All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Jukebox Collection: Ballroom Blitz
Starring Liz Gillies
(MMMF, oral, anal, DP)
By MaxwellLord
Sometimes, a person just needed time alone. Even if they adored the people in their lives. Friends, family all beloved, but still a times a bit too much. That was the position Elizabeth Gillies was in. She was just a week away from some off time form her show Dynasty. In that time, she had several days already taken up to be with her friends, her family. People she loved. But still...she needed a bit of a lone to time to decompress. She always did. It was almost clockwork. The only variants were the hotels.
Even then though, Liz was very specific about what hotels she booked for these little decompression trips. Never any place huge or expensive. Nothing that would draw attention to herself. It was always some place nice, but not extravagant. Just a nice little hotel in a sleepy town. It always suited these trips best.
That was where Liz found herself the weekend before the holiday break on Dynasty. It was a nice, moderate sized little hollow just outside of Georgia, where the show was shot. She'd checked in early in the morning to a suite at the local hotel. She didn't want extravagance but Liz still wanted a great room.
After a wonderful and recharging nap, Liz decided to do her favorite activity during these brief periods of semi-solitude, she explored the hotel's event area. It was an odd bit of sight-seeing and she knew that. But she honestly liked it. It was quiet, didn't really bother anyone and best of all, she couldn't think of anyone else who did it. It wasn't that Liz was someone who just needed to have “oh so out there” hobbies. Rather, she just had some things she liked to do alone. This activity was wandering around the conference areas of any given hotel.
The layouts were all usually the same, just hosted in different areas. Sometimes they were cordoned off to a side of the first floor of the hotels, others they were stationed on the second floor or some sub-level just before the guest rooms. Once you got there however they were pretty much all uniform.
Liz was often questioned by her friends as to why she liked doing it. It was hard to explain it, but it all really boiled down to people watching. Observing. She honestly liked seeing the different way in which people all used the exact same type of room. School reunions, wedding receptions, conventions for workers all across the globe in various fields; it tended to just be fascinating to observe. For the convention goers, the actual content of what they were speaking could be boring, but it was sometimes just fun to get a quick peak at the myriad of people who were there. That and sometimes they had vegan breakfast pastries, donuts and half decent coffee which made sneaking in worth it.
What usually ended up being the highlight though were those get-togethers. The reunions, the weddings, the birthdays. Those tended to be really fun. While these trips of hers were designed to be bit of a getaway, she couldn't resist finding a way inside these parties and blending. It was an acting exercise, in a way.
Then there were those other times when Liz stumbled on the hotel staff setting up. That was fun in a different way. It was a far more relaxed hang out, when they let her come in and sit. Plus, free food and drinks from the bar just for talking to the staff like human beings.
As Liz walked along those conference room halls, she didn't know what she would find. The first couple rooms she came upon were either empty or locked. It didn't really affect Liz. If the next hallway she walked down turned up nothing, she'd be fine. Just got out for a quick bite, and relax a bit more in her room.
However, one she turned that corner she heard something very promising. Liz followed her ears to a ballroom at the very end of the hallway. She went for the nob. No resistance. Liz smirked as she opened the door and stepped in.
Inside there was pretty much the traditional party set up. A bar off to the side, pretty well stocked and circular tables covered with white cloths. Not other table settings though. The real set up hadn't even started yet. The one unique thing about the room was the stage set up, which was where the noise was coming from.
On the stage was a three piece band, a man on drums, one on bass and one on guitar. Judging by the placement of the microphone, Mr. Lead Guitar was also Mr. Lead Singer. They were playing a medley of several different songs, seemingly on repeat. A warm-up exercise if anything. They weren't bad either. They weren't much older than Liz, if they were at all but there were intensely tight as a band.
There was something abut musicians...Liz was far from the first woman in history to be turned on by men who could play music, but it was certainly more intense for her than it was for others. Maybe dipping her toes in music gave her a different view on it all. It didn't really matter to her. What did was the electricity she could feel in her body in her blood and bones. The day just got itself endless possibilities.
The band didn't notice her, not even as she casually but confidently strode closer to them, taking a seat at the bar and opening one of the complimentary bottles of water on display. Liz licked her lips as she watched them play. Intense, but their bodies were loose. There was a lack of effort in their body language but anyone who actually knew what to look for could see how hard they were actually working up there. It was admirable...and hot.
The men were beginning to wind down, it was audible. When the last not was played and the last symbol crashed, Liz stood up and applauded, surprising the three man band.
“Nice job,” Liz said as she approached the stage. “You guys are great. What do you call yourselves?”
“We're Reclusive,” The guitarist said. Taking the lead like that settled it, he was the singer as well. “That's the band name at least.”
“And what's your name?” asked the bass player.
“Elizabeth.” Liz replied. “But Liz is perfectly acceptable. You boys have names beyond the band?”
“Mick,” the guitarist said, pointing at him self. “Andy and Steve.” He motioned towards the bass player and drummer. “Next question, what are you doing here?”
“Wandering the halls,” said Liz. “Heard you guys playing and let myself in...what's all this for anyway?”
“An anniversary party,” said Andy is a quiet voice. “We learned a lot of songs. Fun ones. And the money helps us fund our actual music.”
“Plus free food and booze,” Mick chimed in. “Not a bad way to scrape a living.”
“Not at all,” Liz said with a grin. “I've done some music stuff too. Mainly demo recording for some song writers I know.”
“Is that between episodes?” Steve said, twirling his drumstick.
“Someone's a fan.” Liz responded.
“Very much so.”
“Well, now that introductions are done,” Mick said, taking the lead once more. “Practice is done for right now.”
“That's too bad,” said Liz. “I can think of one thing I'd like to do right now though, and hat's take advantage of the free booze you were talking about.”
“I don't think we're supposed to touch it until the party actually starts,” said Andy.
“Well, what's the difference” Liz asked. “You're drinking it either way, what's point of worrying when?”
“The woman has a point.” said Mick. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Too late to hire another band or get a DJ.”
“I tend to,” Said Liz. She hopped up on the bar and slid over it, the three men taking seats at the end. “What'll be be, gentlemen?”
“Let's go for the rock and roll cliché,” Mick said. “Three Jacks.”
“Always a classic.” Liz picked out the jack and three glasses, pouring them each a double. For herself, she made a quick vodka cranberry. Once all four drinks were out, she held up hers, waiting for a toast. “Don't leave me hanging boys....”
The three men grinned and clicked glasses with Liz. With that and the first sips down, it was time for more conversation. Liz already had a good idea of where she wanted this conversatin to lead, but now it was all foundation work.
“You guys sound really tight,” Liz said. “What kind of music do you do when you're not covering other people's shit?”
“More of a classic rock feel,” Andy said, his voice quiet. He was one she was going to keep her eye on. “Classic three piece, you know...sometime I also play piano.”
“So we got the power chords and power ballads covered,” Steve said. “We got some songs you coulda sang on that other show you were on.”
“You are a fan,” Liz said with a smile before taking another sip of her drink. “And I don't doubt that.”
“Care to fill the rest of us in who aren't encyclopedias for your career.?” asked Mick.
“I used to be on a show where I was the lead singer of a rock band.” answered Liz. “Short lived, Songs were crap. But I got to be sarcastic and dress in leather just be a sexy rock chick. I like that fashion. So, not all bad. Fun people to work with too.”
“Yeah, I was a big fan of some of those outfits,” Steve said with a lecherous grin, not even bothering to hide that he was giving her cleavage a good, long look. Liz didn't mind. Just meant that so far, at least one of them was on the same page as her.
“I bet you did.” Liz looked around at the men as she took another sip. Both Mick and Steve were definitely on her wavelength. Andy she couldn't quite read. She found his shyness cute though. That was enough for what she was planning.
She'd never attempted something like this before, three men at once. IT honestly didn't seem too outrageous to her, especially considering some of the stories she'd heard directly from the source for Ariana and Victoria with many more men than three. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had some casual sex on a trip like this. After all, these trips were for her and her alone. She'd had plenty of trysts over the years. Three at once would be a first...but something she had to admit she was curious about. But now, with the hook in the water, it was time to start seeing if these three would take the bait.
“You guys have any god tour stories?” asked Liz. “I mean I'm not expecting Led Zeppelin or Van Halen level debauchery but young, virile men like yourself have to have something juicy.”
“Well, how juicy are you looking for?” Mick grinned. “And what do we get?”
“You get a story.” Liz answered, finishing off her drink. “Deal?”
“Deal,” said Andy. He was eager, biting at the bait. She had him too.
“Well then boys, let me hear it.” Liz leaned forward, pushing her big tits together and forward, giving Andy a wink when she caught him looking.
“Well, there was a show a couple months ago, right?” Mick began. “Pretty normal, except there was a rowdy group of girls near the bar. It was a bachelorette party of all things. At a dive bar rock show. Unexpected as shit.”
“I'd say so,” agreed Liz. “Continue.”
“Well, they got our attention for sure,” Steve said, taking the narrative up from Mick. “All seven of the girls flashed their tits at us. Andy here turned beet red.”
“Adorable,” Liz said, smiling at the meek man.
“So, anyway,”Mick said,, continuing the story. “We meet the girls backstage. Well, me and Steve do. Andy went to the merch booth.”
“Actually I was sent there,” Andy added.
“Well, there's no merch booth right now,” Liz said.
“Heh, no.” Andy replied, gulping a bit.
“So, the bride to be? Smoking. Incredibly hot. And her friends are kind of urging her on, you know? Going for that “last night as a single woman stuff”. And, well, you know.”
“No, I don't.” Liz replied. “So spill.”
“Well, me and Mick here...we double team her in front of her friends.” Steve grinned, shaking his head. “ I still can't believe it not only happened, but her friends encouraged it.”
“Right out of a damn porno,” Mick added. “Complete with the money shot.”
“Nice,” Liz said, finishing off her drink. “Very nice.”
“Now...um...how about you?” Andy asked. “Your story?”
“My story?” Liz asked. “I think you might have misheard. I said I was going to give a story, not tell you one.” Liz came out from behind the bar and walked up on the stage. She turned to the men and waved them up with her finger. “What were you expecting? A hot and dirty story about me fucking Ariana Grande? Which happened by the way.”
“Well, that's be nice to hear all about,” Mick said.
“Why hear when you can experience?” Liz asked. “Here's what I'm going to give you. A story to remember. One to tell. All about how you three fucked the hottest woman you've ever had...at the same time.”
“You sure you can handle that?” Steve asked, twirling his drumstick especially fast.
“I think the question is can you boys handle it...isn't it Andy?” Liz gave him another quick wink. “So, you boys in or you out?”
“In,” Mick said, speaking for all of them.
“Good. Now, line up against that row of amps and drop your pants. I want to see what I'm working with.”
The men followed her orders well. Liz liked that. She liked seeing men so ready for what she was offering they deferred to her. Even the lead singer. When they pants were dropped Liz scanned the landscape, and it was good. Not a disappointment in the line up. Nice length, nice girth. Andy's cock was the hardest, ready for her. Cute and eager. He was going to be a lot of fun.
Liz walked over to the men and stopped inches away from them. She looked them all in the eyes then reached her hands for Mick and Steven's cocks, jacking them while Andy awaited some attention in the middle.
“Nice boys, real nice,” said Liz. “This is gonna be fun...I think I'm going to have to start with Andy though. He's already to go.” Liz gave him a soft kiss before letting go of Mick and Steven then descended to her knees.
Andy moaned softly as she took him in her mouth. It fit him perfectly. He was slightly thinner than the other too, but not a rail. It was more of a runner's build. Her was tone, Liz could see it in his legs and feel it as she ran her hands under his shirt. He had a nice little six pack going. Everything on him matched, including the cock in her mouth. Long and surprisingly thick. Not a beer can by any measure, that looked to be Mick, but he had a good missile.
Andy kept his hands behind him, letting Liz completely take over. He was rewarded for that trust.Liz's mouth had a sweet heat to it. She wasn't rushing him. She wasn't trying to push him to pop and sucking his cock liked a depraved backstreet whore. There was a sensuality to every movement, Her tongue didn't slither all over his stalk. It caressed it, massaged it. Her nails lightly tickled and teased at his balls before her hand firmly, but gently grabbed onto his shaft pumping it while her blue eyes gazed up an a very appreciative Andy.
Liz didn't say a word, not to Andy or the other two. Her silence was better than anything she could have said. Besides, Liz wasn't too focused on dirty talk. It didn't fit Andy, at least not yet yet. She circled her thumb gently under his glans before slowly taking him back in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his thick, hard meat at a sweet and sensual pace.
Just a few moments before Andy would be on the point of no return, Liz stopped, giving Andy a sweet little kiss on the tip of his cock before moving over to Steve on his right. With his hyena-like grin, he was going to be a completely different animal to Andy. Liz liked that.
“What do you got for me?” she asked, jacking his cock at a bit of a faster pace than Andy. “What do you have, Mr. Big Fan?”
“Why don't you keep that pretty mouth open and find out?” Steve asked. Liz complied, opening her full lips and letting her pink tongue hang out, the perfect little landing pad for Steve javelin of a cock. And once he was in her mouth, he was fucking her face. Not furiously, not like a savage, but like the instrument he played he was definitely keeping a hard steady beat, very impressed with the ease at which Liz took it.
It wasn't Liz's first rodeo by any means. She didn't mind a little facefuck every now and then. She wasn't as submissive as Ariana was, so she could only take so much before getting a bit more active. She started with her eyes, staring daggers of lust into his eyes that became cannonballs, blasting against the walls of his resistance. Then she grasped his his cock and took control of the pace, actually shocking Steve by going harder and faster. The rug had just been pulled out from under him and the look of utter shock and loss of control was an aphrodisiac to Liz like no other. Steve hurriedly pulled out of her mouth, grimacing hard as her squeezed his cock hard, trying to keep from popping. Liz wiped her mouth and blew him a kiss before moving on to Mick.
Mick still held his swagger. His cock was a nice little median between Andy and Steve, though the head was a huge mushroom tip. Those were always fun for Liz. The just felt really good in her mouth and gave her tongue much bigger canvas to work with.
Liz looked up at his face. He was trying to keep his absolute giddiness inside. He was doing a fair job. It was a skill frontmen had to do, keep the cool mystique when they really want to have a beauty queen meltdown when they're excited. The moment those luscious lips wrapped around him he felt that veneer begin to crack.
For the showman Liz provided a show. Her cheeks billowing, rotating her head, eye contact, she gave him the works. She took him from her mouth and pushed his cock up against his stomach, licking the underside to the tip then sucking fiercely on the head. Then Liz moved down to Mick's balls, giving him a very loud and sloppy suckjob on his nuts. It was a visual and tactile treat. Just what Mick wanted. Liz had read him like a book.
Once his work over was done, Liz backed off, a half-smile on her face as she walked past the men to the side of the stage next to another set of amplifiers. The band looked in awe and lustful hunger as she began to strip down, removing her boots, jeans, shirt; all of it shed. There wasn't a need for tease. A tease would have been cute and this wasn't about cute.
“Next up, you three are going to fuck me,” Liz said. A sexy little grin overcame her. “I'm going to bend over the amp right here and you are going to fuck me one by one...but don't cum. You even feel a tinge like you're going to cum, pull out and let the next guy in. Got it?”
They nodded. Liz licked her lips and looked at mick, crooking her finger in a “come hither” motion. “You first,” she said simply.
Mick stepped forward, shedding his clothes just as Liz did. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, just the right amount of rough and sweet. They looked at each other, not a word said between them. Mick's lips went towards Liz's while his hard cock was right against her shaved and very wet pussy.
He parted his lips and his tongue came out, Liz did the same. They licked at each other, the action morphing into a full blown kiss. The moment it broke their passion exploded. Mick grabbed Liz by the hips, the siren laughing as she was put into the position she had described just moment earlier, bent over the amp. With one thrust his cock was inside and she let out a loud moan.
“Oh FUCK yes!” Liz said. “Mmmm right there Mick...fuck me...give me that cock just how you want it....”
“You got it,” Mick said, slapping her firm, round ass as he drove in to her cunt. He started fast at first, which Liz was very receptive to. Yelp of “more” and “harder” shot forth from her mouth, hit tits bouncing forward with every thrust and hypnotizing Andy and Steve. Then Mick would change it up, going balls deep inside of her and taking slow and shallow thrusts, almost grinding into her cunt.
“You like this fucking cock,,” he said. There was no question. Mick didn't think for a second otherwise. She loved his cock and he knew it. Fortunately, his ego was right in line with what Liz was feeling. For a frontman Mick was the perfect first fuck of the three. Liz was gasping for air as he pulled every trick he knew on her with flying colors. Mick's showmanship meant great cardio while his guitar work meant her knew a thing or two about finger placement. While his cock worked inside of her his fingers played and pinched Liz's nipples before moving down south dancing on her clit.
“Ohhhh gooood yes...oh fuck yeah Mick,” she growled. The noises coming from her mouth when from exquisite filth to outright cooing and moaning. It matched the tenderness and roughness Mick was putting on display. He didn't just sing rock and roll, he fucked it. From a blistering crowd pleasure to a sensual ballad, her pleasure centers were experiencing it all with his experienced cock.
However, soon his pace increased, and Mick pulled out after getting dangerously close. He was more than willing to keep his word. For nothing else than to find out what Liz had in mind to get them all off.
As he pulled out Liz rose up, turning her face to her side. Mick smiled moving forward and giving Liz a kiss. His cock twitched as she sucked on his tongue before it broke. Then her attention turned to Steven.
“You're up, drummer boy,” Said Liz, her eager smile just throwing gas on the fire. She knew exactly what Steve was going to do. If he he had facefucked her wasn't clue enough, he was a drummer. Drummer's don't like a simple, slow beat. Ballads and love songs bore them to tears. Liz knew enough to know that. They loved to cut loose, have a fast and furious beat. The moment Steve's cock entered her, Liz took hold of the amp because it was going to be a bumpy ride.
Steve took no time in building his rhythm. Fast, furious, maybe even a little ruthless. He gripped her hip with one hand and her shoulder with another, ramming her and pulling Liz into him with every hard pound of his cock. Liz was loving every moment of it. She loved it when a man would take charge like this, usually, even the most take charge kind of guys she'd fucked would let her take the wheel. She was confident and knew what she wanted, especially in the bedroom. And she loved being that way. However, whenever she stumbled across a man who not only wanted the captain's seat but took it she was all too happy to let herself be ravaged.
“Yeah....fuck it Stevie...take it...oh fuck don't you fucking stop...harder....HARDER!” Liz yelled. Steve was all for that. Both of his hands moved to her hips, one of them smackng her pale ass before grabbing on tight. Liz braced herself on the amp, pushing back against his thrusts. She could only imagine how hot this looked to the other men.
It was hotter than she could have imagined. Both Mick and Andy were entranced by the sit. The hard, urgent thrusts of Steve making Liz's amazing tits bounce back and forth, a hypnotizing motion only made more enticing by the look of intense pleasure on Liz's face as encouraging yells of filth fell from her mouth.
But Steve's turn wasn't mean to last forever. Liz gave the word and after few more, especially hard thrusts, he was out. Now it was Andy's turn. Liz turned around, signalling him it was his turn. She got a genuine, but still very eager, smile in return as he came towards her. He had totally stripped down, matching her. Once he got close enough Liz began to turn around, but he softly grabbed her shoulder, pausing her.
“Um...well...actually...could you be facing me?” he asked. It was enough to make Liz blush, even in her current position.
“No problem,” she said, turning back around to face him and hopping on top of the the amp. Her legs were open and inviting. Andy took the invitation and Liz closed her legs around him, locking her ankles at his ass.
Andy moved his cock to her opening, ready to go forward. Before he could though, Liz brought her lips to his ear. “Romantic type, huh? And I thought I was the passionate one” she whispered. “I like that.” Liz moved her lips to his, kissing him as he entered her cunt.
Right away Liz could tell a world of difference between Andy and his bandmates. He was tender, sweet, thoughtful. He savored Liz. Her scent, smelling her perfume in on her body, taste the flesh of her neck and breasts. He did grab and maul, he caressed and massaged. His thrusts weren't jackhammers. He went deep, slow, and worked himself to get every nook and cranny of her velvet cave.
Her blue eyes looked deep in his. There was a different kind of passion. He couldn't keep his lips from hers and held Liz close as he slowly increased his tempo. He still managed to do it, licking and kissing her neck, even leaving a playful nibble on it before going lower to her breasts.
Liz gulped for air before letting out a low, satisfied moan. Not a grunt, not a scream, just a tone of pure satisfaction. She could tell that Andy was the kind of bass player who was the one behind the band. He wrote the songs. Music, lyrics, all of it. She'd fucked enough songwriters to know the tell tale signs and Andy showed them all. He paid attention to every detail, every different tone her voice took with every thrust into her. While she hadn't minded the more urgent treatment of Steve or the flashy moves of Mick, there was something to be said for a man who wanted to make her feel as good as he was feeling.
He pulled Liz tight as he began to increase his pace, the two smiling sweetly at each other. But all that sweet soon gave away to scorching heat, Liz beginning to give back to Andy, both with her body and her words.
“Your cock feels so good in me Andy,” she said. “Mmmm I don't want you to stop...feels so good in me...I want you too keep fucking me baby...slow...deep....all of it...” Andy silenced her with a kiss, the two moaning into each others mouth as he went a little faster now. He pulled Liz close, her full, heaving tits pressed against his chest.
“Don't cum,” Liz said. “Mmm promise me baby....I'll make it worth your while but don't cum...”
“Nnng...okay,” he groaned. “Real close though.”
"Pull out then,” Liz sweetly said. “Pull out of me Andy.” She gave him a soft kiss and unlocked her ankles, letting him hesitantly pull free. She gave him a sweetly sinful look before widening her attention to include the other tow men.
“Well, here's what's next,” she said. “Stevie, how about you lay down so I can ride that nice cock of yours. Andy, Mick...you get right in front of me so I can suck those delicious cocks of yours.”
It didn't take long for Steve to get in position, laying down with that hyena grin of his on full display, waiting to once again feel the hot and wet goodness of Liz's pussy once more. He didn't have to wait too long. Mere moments after he was in position, so was Liz. She lowered herself onto his cock, sheathing his sword while Mick and Andy got in position as well. Once she was in to the hilt, she began to built a rhythm. Her own rhythm. Now Steve was was going to be at her mercy.
Just like he had with her, Liz built up a fast rhythm, riding his cock like she was a rodeo all star.
“Holy FUCK!” Steve howled, holding on to her hips like a desperate man. He couldn't take control now if he wanted too. Liz was full on fucking him now and the view was spectacular. She really was a classic beauty. She had class and filth mixed in together in a perfect blend. A walking sex goddess with tits like no other. Hell, her whole body was pretty much perfection.
It was a sight they all beheld with a certain amount of awe. For Mick and Andy, watching Liz was really like watching a goddess at work. Watching her fuck and grind on Steve's cock was almost as much fun as being the one in Steve's place...almost. Watching her grind those hip, her tits bounce and sway and that face get completely lust drunk was something else. Then those blue eyes locked on them.
“What are you boys waiting for?” she asked. “Bring me those cocks.”
Both of them came forward and Liz went for the first one that got within range of her skilled hand, which was Mick. She pumped him a few times then took him into her mouth, devouring his cock and taking it to the root in one swipe. Even with that going one, she grasped Andy's cock and jerked him. After sucking on Mick was done she moved to Andy, blowing him a quick kiss before sucking him off as well.
It went like that for a bit. Her mouth going back and forth between mick and Andy, sometimes stuff them both in her mouth at once while she rode Steve's throbbing member. But still, she knew there was another step to be taken. It was just question of who would suggest it. Luckily there Mick, ready and willing to give Liz what she waiting for.
“No offense Liz....but I think I might be in the mood for something a bit more than your incredibly skilled mouth,” said Mick. “Whatever are we to do about that?”
“Last time I checked my pussy wasn't the only venue available,” Liz said, her smile rivaling Steve's own grin.
Mick chuckled a bit before moving around to Liz's backside, the curvy starlet slowing down her ride long enough for him to enter her tight little asshole. Just before Mick id so, Liz gave Andy a look. “Looks like you're going to have my mouth all to your self again,” she said, licking the tip of his dick. “And who knows...maybe later you'll just plan have me all to yourself, sweetie.” She took his cock head in her mouth, giving it a soft suck just as Mick began to press his mushroom head right against her back door.
Liz let Andy's cock drop from her mouth as she froze and place. Steven continued to thrust into her, but a bit softer. He still wasn't the tender type but he was more than aware it wasn't exactly easy to take a cock up his ass. It was one of the reasons he preferred pussy. NO fuss, no muss. Didn't mean he'd pass up on a DP though, especially not with Liz Gillies.
It took a bit to get himself in, but slowly but surely and with a lot of playing with Liz's clit, Mick worked his cock inside her asshole. While this was going on, Andy was caressing her face gentle, Liz sucking and softly biting on his thumb. He was definitely getting her hotel room number...and maybe her phone number.
“How you feeling?” Mick said, slowly beginning to pump in her ass.
“Mmm just like that,” Liz grunted. “Mmmm both of you fuck me...fucking take my holes....oh my god I'm so fucking full....”
With that green light the men truly began to go full blast, getting into a steady rhythm quickly. With Mick behind her, smacking her ass as he fucked it and Steven's hands going to her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. It was a wonderful bit of sensory overload for Liz, pushing her closer and closer to her end...but she wasn't ready for it quite yet.
Just like with her pussy, Mick alternated between hard and fast and deep penetration. “So fucking hot,” he growled, gripped her ass. “You're fucking beyond belief baby...hottest fuck...good fucking god....”
“Yeah baby...give it to me....,” she growled. “Both of you fuck me...hard...just fucking give it to me...GIVE IT TO ME!”
The men turned up the heat a great deal, Liz's moans and yelps of pleasure cracking at times, breaking like a speedboat motor with every thrust. And while her pussy and asshole were being delightfully ravaged, she still managed to give some attention to Andy's cock, sucking, jacking like a spitfire but never completely losing the tender touch for him. One look of her icey blue eyes and Andy knew she was going to finish him off with her mouth.
“Mmm boys...how about a switch up?” Liz suggested. “How about Andy gets a turn in that ass? Unless Stevie here wants his own ride.”
“I think I'm fine right where I am honey,” he said, grabbing her head and pulling her to his face for a savage kiss, Liz biting his lip a bit as it broke.
“Fair's fair,” Mick said. Truth be told he wasn't one hundred percent abandoning Liz's heavenly ass, but he wasn't about to make a fuss. They were all having too good of a time for that. With a few more pumps he pulled out, leaving her hole free and clear for Andy.
Before the bass player made his way to the promised land, his kissed Liz one more time. It was sweet, which was turning out to be Andy all over.
“Have fun baby,” she said. “This is the last ride.” With that Andy got behind her and Mick took his place in front.
“Last ride?” Mick said. “All the way home, huh?”
“If you boys can handle it?” said a grinning Liz, sucking his cock fresh from her ass into her mouth.
As Mick was getting a little ATM action, Andy got in position. Even though the field had already been plowed, he took it slow and gentle entering her backside. Liz moaned on Mick's dick as she was filled once again.
Just like when he fucked her o the amp, there was a sweet tenderness to Andy's sodomy, kissing her shoulder blade and burying his face in her neck and hair as he began to build up the pace. If he was alone with Liz it'd be a different story. He knew however that Steve wasn't one for slow and tender. He wasn't going to full on pound Liz's asshole but he was going to go a little bit faster than he would have.
Liz didn't remotely mind. The rhythm was perfect. Not the blazing speed as before, but just enough. It was a love song of debauchery in a way. Andy laying down a bass groove for everyone else too follow. He went deep in her ass, holding her close and he made quick, shallow pumps into her as Steven thrust up inside of her. All while Mick enjoyed her mouth.
Andy brushed Liz's hair away from her neck, kissing her moist, sweaty flesh while his hands reached around to grab her breasts. His pace was much faster now, he was too lost in the moment. But that sweetness was still there.
“You're so beautiful,” Andy whispered to Liz in gulps of air. “So...mmm..so damn beautiful...”
“Mmm I like that baby,” Liz said between grunts. “Mmmmm beautiful...gonna write a song for me...all about your beautiful harlot?”
“Nnnn yess...oh fuck....” Andy growled.
“Sounds like you're gonna cum....then do it Andy...fill me up....” Liz turned her gaze to Mick. “That goes for all of you...fucking cum...cum just for me...fuck do it...I'm gonna cum and I need you boys to cum for me like I'm cumming for you....oh fuuuuuckkkkk....”
Seeing the beginning of Liz's rogasm triggered Andy's. With a soft growl her pulled Liz tight to him, filling her ass with cum right as Liz began to cum herself, her tight asshole clamping tight on Andy's dick.
While those two were wrapped up in those sensations, passionately kissing each other in the heat of pleasure, Steve thrust one last time up into Liz, filling her pussy with his jizz as his eyes rolled back in his head. Steven's body shivered with intense pleasure as his filled up Liz's spectacular cunt, thrusting through the pleasure until he went soft.
Andy soon followed with his dick softening and slipping out of Liz's well fucked ass. The two kissed one last time, Liz knowing she was going have a lot more fun with Andy as her weekend went on. But first, Mick was ready to blow.
Once she had gotten off of Steve, he and Andy went to the side, watching as Liz sucked Mick to his completion.
It was fast, furious with Liz in complete control. Sucking, teasing, licking, all working him up to the point where he was going to pop like a champagne bottle.
“Yeah...fucking finish hat trick Mick,” Liz said, her voice full of confidence. She wasn't making a request, she was demanding it as she furiously jacked his cock. “Come on...give me a fucking rnore...your buddies already filled me with cum...now you need to cover me in it...fucking do it...NOW!”
Mick grabbed his cock away from Liz and fired on her face, long ropes of thick white cum covering her face as she laughed.
“Yessss!,” she hissed. “Mmm so fucking warm...don't stop...every last fucking drop!” Liz stuck her tongue out, Mick resting his still spewing spear on it as those thick ropes slowed to down firing a littile bit more onto the pink surface before slowing to a dribble. Then, Liz closed her mouth around it, sucking a last few drops out before pulling off with a pop.
The room fell into a stunned silence between the four of them. The smell of sex was in the air and more than a few traces of it were left on the stage in a mix of sweat and cum.
“Well...that was something,” Liz said with a laugh, cleaning the cum from her face and body with her fingers. “Andy, would you be a dear and get me one of those bar towels?”
Andy did in a flash, rushing to the stage as he was buckling his pants up.
“Thanks love,” she said with a wink. “You boys certainly made my weekend.”
“Feeling's very mutual babe,” Steven said, zipping his pants for punctuation.
“Think you guys can get em into this little anniversary party you're playing? I mean you boys took care of my afternoon but my night's still open.”
“I think we can make it work,” Mick said with a grin.
“Excellent.” Liz grabbed her clothes and put them on. No flash to it at all. Before she left she kissed Mick on the cheek. Then Steven. Then for Andy, a full on the lips kiss with a whisper in his ear when Liz gave him her room number.
As she left the ballroom, Liz new the moment she was done with her shower, which she definitely was taking the moment she made it to her room, she was going to pass out for a few hours. After all this, what else was a relaxing weekend for?
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