Watching & Doing Nothing

"Stay down," the man hissed at her. Abigail shuddered. She knew that she should be appalled at what was happening to her, but she found that she wasn't. Never had a man held any sort of authority over her, never had she been ordered down or dominated, and she discovered that some recess of her mind liked it. Now not one but three men had her on her knees, seemingly against her will, and they were going to relieve their cum-filled sacks on her untarnished, beautiful face.

Melvin watched on with sad eyes, but there was no mistaking the growing bulge in his pants. She could tell that he was turned on besides himself at what he saw. She shot him a pitiful look and turned to the men standing next to her. Abigail looked on at the three cocks being jerked off in her face and had to repress an urge to take one in her mouth. Is that what they wanted? To treat her like a slut and know she liked it?

She didn't even realize that she had slipped a hand down her jeans until one of the two unnamed men grunted, "Fuck, look at this slut!" Abigail followed his gaze to the hand that was toying with herself. She couldn't help herself. Flutters of lust trembled her lower extremities.

Then a huge black cock pressed against her lips, and Abigail allowed it to slip into her mouth. A man above her groaned in pleasure, and she wrapped her other hand around one of the other cocks and stroked it delicately. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of her hand in her jeans, fingering her clit and pressing a prying finger into the lips of her vagina, wash over her.

After a moment, curiosity getting the better of her, she peeked one eye open to see what effect all of this was having on Melvin. He leaned against the wall of the club, watching and doing nothing. Didn't seeing Abby on her knees, taking a cock in her mouth, jerking off another while a third man stroked his meat in her face turn Melvin on?

She knew it did; the tent of his pants was proof enough. But Melvin wasn't doing anything about it. She knew the reason why. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she could still make him want her. Bastard.