The Incentive List Ch. 05

"Mmmmm, lovely warm hands," Sarah purred as he molested her breast.

Max brought his other hand up and cradled her whole bosom in his palms, feeling the weight and pushing her flesh up towards her chin.

Another guest approached Sarah from behind with another request.

"Can I squeeze your arse, Mrs Parsons?" he asked.

Sarah looked over her shoulder at a young man with blonde hair and mischief in his eyes. Unlike most of the other lads present, he had elected to remove all of his clothes and was completely naked, his enormous cock twitching with anticipation and dribbling with precum.

"What's your name?" she enquired sweetly.

"Michael."

"Go ahead Mike."

Sarah turned back to see Max still examining her breasts with child-like awe, watching them yield and respond to his manipulations. As he pinched a nipple between his thumb and fingers, he finally took hold of his cock and began jerking himself off again.

Sarah smiled as she suddenly felt Michael's hands on her buttocks. He gave her arse a firm squeeze before leaning in closer. Sarah could feel his heavy hot breath on the back of her head and the unmistakable firmness of his erection poking at her buttocks.

"Can I take your skirt off?"

Michael's boldness was touched with more than a little arrogance..

"Only if you're the next one to cum on me," she said.

By getting Mike to cum sooner rather than later she'd be diffusing one of the more sexually aggressive characters in the room, ensuring she staying in control.

Mike stooped to unzip the back of Sarah's skirt revealing the black French knickers that she was so fond of wearing on special occasions. The skirt fell to the floor and Sarah, still wearing her high heels, stepped out of the discarded material. Michael re-established his grip on Sarah's ass cheeks, his erection now drilling purposefully between her silk-laden buttocks.

Sarah knew it was time to act. But first she broke young Max's stupor by catching her fondler's eye.

"Kneel down with me for a minute Max," she whispered, before turning 180 degrees and dropping to her knees to face Michael's monstrous cock. Max followed her down and knelt just behind her, between her feet. In a single choreography, Sarah reached behind, locating Max's wrists and pulling his hands around in front of her and onto her tits, before leaning forward and taking Michael's oozing cock into her mouth.

The crowd bayed their approval and closed in again to watch her expertly felate Michael while Max groped her from behind. Sarah knew Max wasn't far off cumming, so wanted to keep both his hands occupied while she dealt with Michael.

Michael's dick was huge - thick as well as long - and Sarah was enjoying the sensation of being able the grip the bottom of his shaft while the rest of his cock filled her mouth. Once she had made it wet enough with her saliva, she withdrew her head and performed a double-handed wank - something she was rarely afforded the opportunity of doing. No wonder he was emerging as the most confident in the group. As both her hands slid up and down the full length of his monstrous erection, Michael groaned with pleasure. His cock was absorbing the spit Sarah had applied, so she leaned in and guided it past her lips again, this time testing how far she could take it inside her mouth. As it stabbed at the back of her throat she gurgled and suppressed a gag.

Meanwhile, Max was being cautious with Sarah's assets, handling them with reverence rather than playfulness. She broke off her slurping blow job to offer some instruction.

"Squeeze them harder, Max. You won't break them."

Max gratefully complied and began pulling and kneading the pliant flesh with renewed confidence, tweaking at her already hard nips until they were swollen red bullets.

"Can I fuck you?" asked Michael.

'Time to diffuse this sex bomb' thought Sarah.

"You can't fuck me, Mike, but you can do me a massive favour."

As she spoke she increased the vigour of her hand job.

"You can cum on me," she continued in a lusty, seductive tone. "You can let me wank you off until you cum all over my pretty little face. And into my mouth. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing me drink your cum? Watching me rub this massive cock of yours until it explodes over me..."

The dirty talk did the trick. Sarah felt his cock spasm in her hands before it spewed forth a torrent of hot spunk.

Max broke off his reverse embrace as the first jet of thick white goo fired into Sarah's face. After getting an eye-full, she managed to angle the cock downwards so that the next spurts fired straight into her mouth.

The torrent of cum wasn't particularly transient, and Michael grunted with each ejaculation. Blast after blast of pearlescence was being propelled out of him, encouraged by Sarah's deliberate pumping of his shaft. The forth ejaculate was too much for Sarah to contain, and a mixture of thick semen and saliva began to cascade out from the corners of her wide-open mouth and onto her breasts and thighs below. Finally, Michael's orgasm ended and he looked down at the messy minx with a satisfied smile. She looked up with her one clean eye and smiled back, letting half the white mixture in her mouth dribble out onto her chin to drip onto her chest, before disposing of the rest with an exaggerated swallow.

"Mmmmm," she purred.

This was too much for one onlooker who forced his way in front of Sarah to declare his imminent release.

She quickly turned and presented her tits to Ash who was furiously wanking his tiny penis towards her. Almost immediately he exploded, thick ropes of cum arcing through the air and landing sporadically on Sarah's blouse, breast, and stomach. After the final spurt was caught on her kneeling thighs, Sarah finally allowed herself to wipe away the thick deposit of cum that had prevented her from opening her other eye. She examined the mixture of spunk and mascara on her finger tips and lapped it up with her tongue to the delight of her now whooping audience.

"That was pretty impressive," she giggled.

"Thanks," said Ash. "That was awesome, by the way. You're amazing."

Sarah smiled. Three down, four to go.

"I hope being covered in other guys' cum isn't going to stop any more of you chaps requesting some favours," she loudly exclaimed over the chatter.

James arrived with his camera for his second snapshot. This time Sarah leaned forward for the pose so that her glistening tits were hanging out of her gaping, damp blouse.

"Who wants to suck on my boobs?" she asked cheerfully after the pic had been taken. She removed her sodden blouse, flinging it to the floor, and looked down at her chest, wiping the less decorated breastwith her hand.

"This one's hardly got any cum on it. Anyone want to get their mouth around it while it's still clean?"

A wiry black lad with his cock poking through the gap in his underwear put his hand up and stepped forward.

"And you are..?"

"Chaz."

Sarah didn't bother to prolong the introduction; she simply reclined back on the damp sheet beneath her and cupped her breast, presenting it towards the wide-eyed volunteer.

"Come down here and give it a good hard suck then..."

He gratefully obeyed, laying down next to her and burying his face into the sticky breast, taking as much of its ample flesh into his mouth as he could. His cock twitched as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, his modest erection thumping into the side of Sarah's thigh. If he could taste the remnants of his colleague's cum, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, that feels nice," she sighed. "David? Where's David?"

The lucky subject of Sarah's strip club fantasy stepped forward from the remaining onlookers pleasuring themselves.

"There you are, sweetheart. Take my knickers down for me would you, pet? And you can give me a little attention down there if you like..."

David eagerly complied, ripping the moist silk from her crotch, pulling it roughly down her legs and tossing the fabric aside. Sarah invited him in by spreading her thighs. The rest of the lads standing over her craned their necks to get a look at her swollen cunt before Mark obscured their view. He knelt down further and parted her labia with his fingers before pushing his tongue inside, his swift directness earning a cheer from his peers.

The combination of her tit being sucked and her cunt being licked was proving an irresistible cocktail; Sarah could feel herself nearing her first orgasm.

As she grunted in time to David's exaggerated licks, she looked up to see Max and Mark wanking furiously above her face.

"Oh... God... Yes..." she moaned. "Two... The two of you... Come down here... Let me suck you off..."

The two lads knelt down in position either side of Sarah's face, their turgid cocks pointing at her reddening cheeks. Her face was contorted in ecstasy as she turned her head and reached out to guide Mark's salty cock into her mouth. Once safely in her jaws she moved her hand to the cum-covered breast that was currently being neglected by Chas and began rubbing and tweaking her nipple until it became tacky and sticky. With her free hand, she reached over and took over wanking duties for Max, blindly jerking him off as best she could with her head turned in the opposite direction.

The show was filthy enough for another onlooker to mark his appreciation.

"Get out the way Chas!" someone desperately called.

Sarah slipped the cock out of her mouth in time to see her tit sucker pull away, just as Richard climaxed over her stomach and tits. His contribution was thicker and more copious than previous ejaculations, and the warm thickness on her skin triggered Sarah's first orgasm. She turned to Max's erection and plunged it into her mouth, using the sensation spreading from her clitoris to fuel the most vigorous of blow jobs. All the while, several jets of warm spunk were being propelled onto her body, and she could feel the accumulating deposits of cum pooling in her cleavage and her navel.

As her orgasm subsided, she felt David withdraw his mouth from her sensitive pussy - obviously he had gained a little more experience since their last meeting - and she clamped her thighs shut to temporarily ward off any other interested parties. A tap on her shoulder from Mark alerted her to yet another imminent decoration.

"I'm cumming again," he confirmed.

Sarah broke off her blow job and turned to greet the cock being pumped right next to her.

Screwing up her face and keeping her eyes shut tight, she gave the climaxing young man permission to cover her as best he could. He duly obliged. Although not as powerful as his earlier ejaculation, this one was notable by the sheer volume of cum produced. His earlier, hasty climax has consisted almost entirely if watery semen; now the contents of his balls were being emptied onto Sarah's face. Pump after pump of warm silk flooded over her - into her screwed up eyes, over her nose and cheeks, up one if her nostrils, onto her hair, even onto one of her ears. By the time he had finished, almost every inch of Sarah's face had a layer of sticky white fluid covering it. Her eyes still tightly shut, she parted her mouth and blew a bubble of cum, waiting for it to burst before hungrily licking her lips.

She heard another Polaroid being taken, and sure enough, as she wiped some of the mess away and opened her sticky eyes, James was there with the camera, a look of joyful bewilderment on his face.

"Turned on or disgusted?" she giggled.

"A little bit of both," James' smirking reply.

Sarah looked down at her spoiled body; hardly a patch of skin had been left untainted by at least one line of spunk, and some parts of her, most notably her left tit, we're almost completely covered in bollock juice. She looked as if she had been slimed.

Looking down caused more mess to drip off of her face and onto her chest and breasts. She massaged her sensitive tits in front of the hypnotised crowd and they watched with glee as their donations congealed into a white paste that created a satisfyingly sticky noise as she molested herself.

"Who hasn't cum yet?" she asked with faux coyness.

It was at that exact moment that there was a knock at the front door.

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Until now, James had been quite relaxed about the evening. He had mainly sat on the periphery, admiring Sarah's command of the room, and only occasionally working himself up when his eager erection had demanded a tug or two. But his heart rate suddenly went through the roof. The room went silent.

"They'll go away," James conjectured.

Then, the unmistakable sound of a key in the front door.

"Oh shit! It's Helen!!"

James scrambled to do up his flies and shot out of the lounge, slamming the door behind him.

"She can join in if she wants!" Sarah yelled after him unhelpfully.

James belted down the hallway to greet Helen just as she opened the door. Her friend Karen, a plain but pleasant girl, was behind her. James blocked their entrance.

"Hi!" said Helen, obviously a bit tipsy. "We went on a bit of a pub crawl; ended up back around her again. That ok?"

"Er, actually I was kind of hoping to have the place to myself tonight."

"I know, you and Sarah. Sorry. Listen, well go straight upstairs to my room. You won't even know we're here..."

Helen barged past James' failed attempts to keep her contained.

"Helen I'm not kidding. Could you guys just stay out for a couple more hours?"

"Karen's feet are killing her. Listen, I'll put my music on really loud. We won't hear you guys, I promise."

"Helen please."

James was trying too hard, and his desperation was piquing Helen's interest rather than talking her into going.

"What are you guys up to tonight," she said suggestively, throwing her keys on the sideboard.

"We're just chilling out in the lounge. But she's not exactly dressed, so..."

"Oooo, kinky! Don't worry, we're not going anywhere near there. Go nuts. I promise we won't try to listen too hard."

Helen headed for the staircase and beckoned Karen past James. She was a quiet girl who James had never really got to know that well. Although not a fully fledged goth, she certainly had a similar look - long, raven black hair, a pallid complexion and lots of dark make-up. He had no idea what kind of body she had as it was always covered by baggy clothing, but as she brushed past James the brief contact suggested she was adequately stacked.

Karen joined Helen on the stairs and they both began to ascend when a loud chorus of laughs erupted from the lounge. Sarah, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed about being discovered, had obviously made a joke, and her all-male companions had responded.

Helen froze on the stairs. She turned to James with a perturbed look on her face.

"Have you organised a party without me?" she said.

"Er. No?" James offered, still in two minds as to what his strategy should be.

Helen eyed James up and down, assimilating the fact that his shirt was open and that he was extremely flustered. Her eyes then grew to the size of saucers as she joined the dots in her head.

"Oh my God! Are you having a fucking orgy!?"

In that instant, James passed beyond panic into a zen-like calmness.

"Not exactly," he sighed.

"You are!" she squealed, more with excitement than disgust. "You dirty bastard!"

She shot down the stairs, past her bewildered friend, and approached the lounge door, which James flung himself at, forming a human shield.

"No fucking way!" he said.

"Who have you got in there?" Helen asked. Karen approached behind her with an oddly neutral expression considering the unfolding situation.

"Helen," said James sternly, "This is a private party. You weren't supposed to be here tonight. Now please, I'm asking you really nicely, please head out for a few more drinks and let us finish up in here."

Muted laughter from beyond the door. The party-goers could overhear everything.

"I pay rent here as well," Helen fired back. "I can go into my bloody living room if I want to."

"She can come in if she's naked!" Sarah yelled from the other side of the door, followed by a burst of incredulous laughter from the boys.

James wasn't sure if this was supposed to be a joke or a genuine proposition, but he used it to play a final gambit.

"Helen, it's not a peep show. No one's going to let you come in and just stare. So you have a choice. Either go back out for another couple of hours, have a laugh at my expense and let your imagination run riot, or get naked, come in, and have a bunch of strange blokes rub their cocks while they perv over you. It's up to you."

That blunted her enthusiasm as the reality of what she might be letting herself in for hit her. James could see she was absolutely desperate to see what was going on, but could also sense her trepidation at becoming involved, even as a spectator. The argument was seemingly won.

Then, inexplicably and for the first time, Karen piped up:

"I don't mind getting naked," she deadpanned, before tugging her black t-shirt out of her jeans and pulling it up and over her head.

James was dumbstruck, not just by the effortlessly casual nature of Karen's statement, but by the incredible shapeliness of her upper body - a cheap, ill-fitting bra doing little to spoil a pretty spectacular pair of tits.

This wholly unexpected turn of events seemed to give Helen the push she needed.

"Me neither," she declared, reaching for the bottom of her own shirt and peeling it off her lithe body. She threw it to the floor before going a step further than her friend and quickly unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the ground.

James took a moment to assess her naked torso - small, pert breasts adorned her skinny chest. The bones in her rib cage were quite prominent, but the most eye-catching feature was her huge nipples: red and swollen, her areolas took up the majority of space on her modest little tits. While not James' particular cup of tea, the boldness and unexpected nature of her reveal caused his cock to stir inside his pants. His growing erection was fuelled further by Karen standing expressionless behind her, her folded arms accentuating her cleavage.

"Jeans too," he commanded.

The girls obeyed, shimmying out of their denim and kicking it aside. As Helen discarded her jeans, James noticed her clocking the protrusion in his own trousers.

"Alright," James sighed with resignation. "But don't say you weren't warned."

He finally stood aside and let Helen fling the lounge door open. After a beat she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth before covering her semi-nudity with her other arm.

James turned to share her view and sighed with good-humoured resignation as he saw the scene Sarah had choreographed.

On her knees, deliberately facing the doorway and still covered in a generous layer of semen, she was flanked by two naked guests - Max and Chas - their stiff cocks being wanked off in each of her hands. The rest of the gang were now completely naked as well - likely at Sarah's behest - reclined on the various seats and sofas, cocks in hand. The room was filled with the sound of mass fapping.

"Hi Helen," Sarah said, cheerfully. "Fancy helping me out with any of these cocks?"

Helen slammed the door shut again, her expression paralysed in shock. She stared at the white painted door for what seemed like an eternity, her hand fixed over her open mouth, before James broke her trance.

"So. Back out to the pub, or in here with us?"

Again, James thought he had talked Helen around. Again, Karen tipped the balance back the other way.

"Oh that looked much better than the pub," she said, flinging the door back open and pulling a speechless Helen in with her.

"I'll suck someone's cock," she offered in the most matter-of-fact way.