Lured into the Den

A thirty-year-old woman was lying on her bed. She tossed her phone aside after the call because their laughter felt like a slap, and couldn't help but feel jealous. Their topic was about sex. Although she was thirty, she remained a virgin. She was thinking about how she could fulfill her craving for sex. She was desperate and hungry for something deeper that she never could seem to find on her own.

So when she heard that there was a gathering at her uncle's house, she immediately planned and prepared to join. Max is 62 years old, a friend of her late grandfather. Diane's guardian when her parents were away.

She chose a v-neck crop top and leggings that acted like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Didn't even bother to put on underwear. Being commando was turned out a summer habit.

Her uncle Max's house was nearby, so she arrived right away. But now that she was standing in front of the door of Max's house, she suddenly felt nervous. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. Loud music was heard against her ribcage. She looked around and wondered if she had made the right decision. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious of her outfit as she realized how drunk the partygoers already were. There were mostly men, with a few women that now tottering in their high heels with their partners. And the other men were like wolves looking for prey.

She felt exposed with their hunger gazed that followed her. Watching her like a lamb, that her instinct signaling turn around and go home. But she tried to compose herself and her desired win as she went further to get a glass of beer.

It didn't take long for Max to see her. He approached the girl immediately, with his two friends following him. The men's eyes wandered over her fitted leggings, particularly her camel toe. But it was her uncle's gaze that made her nervous. She followed his lingering gazed that's when she noticed her hard nipples were visible from her sweat and were now poking through her thin clothing.

Max mumbled something that made his friends chuckles. She cleared her throat to get his attention and said, "Uncle, Can I stay here for the meantime? Promise! I won't bother you," she said carefully, asking for permission.

Max didn't immediately answer her. Instead, he stared at Diane with hooded eyes that felt like deceptively hot. If his friend hadn't patted him, he might have forgotten to answer.

He tried to calm the pulse inside his pants and said, "I'll agree as long as you promise not to do anything stupid and not drink too much," he reminded Diane.

Diane just sighed. She didn't want to drown herself in alcohol. She was just going to get the strength to explore the experience that she was starved at. But she needs to calm her uncle down first. She teased him and gestured at him, "Look at what I'm wearing, uncle!" She turned around and added, "It's not even a party clothes, see."

She giggled to cover her nervousness when she saw the two men behind her uncle lick their lips and palming their bulges.

"Just don't get into trouble," Max said with a laugh. He patted her head before saying goodbye to check the rest of his troops, but the last glanced to her body was noticeable.

She jolted when someone touched her shoulder, then she noticed that the two of them didn't follow his uncle. One of them came over and picked up the wineglass, and helped to wipe the spilled wine on the supple swell of her breasts.

She shuddered with that accidental brush of his fingertips and immediately step back a little and looked up at the man. "Thank you," was all Diane could say.

"If you want, just join us upstairs for a drink so you're not alone," he offered her. She looked at the man who was watching silently, and hesitated. "Thanks, but I wouldn't want to disturb your fun. I won't be long! I'll be leaving soon too."

The other one remained calm and just rolled his eyes, although they both grinned after they comment, "It's more fun when you're with a sexy and delectable girl," he insisted mischievously. He held out his hand and introduced himself, "Before I forget, it's Gavin," and pointed to another man, "He's Eros."

The way Eros stared at her made her feel uneasy. Diane turned her attention back to Gavin, and introduced herself, "I'm Diane." Gavin must have sensed the nervousness, so he pulled the woman's hand and whispered, "Don't be nervous.. for now," he said, emphasizing the last two words, his other hand caressing Diane's back like coercing her body under his palm, "That friend of mine is a picky eater, he only mauling a juicy mussel."

Diane's thighs trembled. She pressed her thighs together, causing her intimate cleft to become even more prominent.

Gavin let out a soft moan when he noticed this and made Eros completely transfixed as he watched the woman blush, eyes trailing on Diane's sexy neck. He wanted to touch her, and feel every pulse of her desire while he planned something in his mind.

Diane felt her leggings soaked from the raw sound of Gavin. Her throat was so dry that she couldn't resist as they guide her to the stairs.

Gavin climbed the stairs first, followed by Diane, "It's more private up there, the air is fresh, beer or wine is perfect for warming up the body. Take your boost," Gavin said, glancing back to give Diane a smile.

But the woman ignored him because she was tense with the man's presence behind her. As they climbed, she almost fainted when she felt Eros's warm breath whispering, "It looks like I found a delicious drink. The night won't end until I've tasted what's served in front of me." Eros' words caught Diane off guard, and a cold shiver went down her spine.

She tried to continue climbing, but it did not satisfy Eros as he pushed her against the railing of the stairs. The sudden action scared the woman. The only thing Diane felt was fear and dread, fear that she might fall. But a moan replaced it as Eros rubbed her slit outside her leggings.

"You're a whore like the ones in the picture," the man said, as he caressed her now wet pussy. Diane's mind was blank, and she paid little attention to his hint. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, accepting what the man was doing to her body.

Eros gave Gavin a knowing look, who was silently watching the event. They both smiled triumphantly before they could finally touch and stare at the woman in Max's photo. The photo that had been the center of their late-night fantasies for weeks.

"Fuck, it's hot and soaking," He whispered full of lust. He wanted to tear open Diane's leggings, but it not the time yet. So he just focused on gently probing her slit. Two fingers snugly nestled between her.

"Ready to be fucked, you're really a slut," Eros nibbled at her throat, as he continued to nudge restlessly her hole. "Oh, fuck... stop," Diane moaned, as Eros stroke her hard clit. Even though she wanted to stop the man, she couldn't stop herself from grinding against his hand until her knees buckled and her legs trembled.

But before Diane could cum, Eros suddenly stopped. He left her trembling, as she could still feel the heat left between her thighs pulsing. She watched Eros climb while sniffing his finger. She forced herself to move and followed the two men, who were whispering.

The cold night air greeted her heating body. The air caressed her thin crop top, making her stiff nipples even more erect. Gavin gave her a beer that almost filled the glass to the brim. "Warming up for your cold nipples," he joked, staring at her breasts with sultry eyes.

Then let Diane sat between him and Eros. "I'm not sure if it's because of the cold or because of what you and Eros did earlier," he joked while rubbing her bare shoulder, paying attention on her nipples.

They started drinking when Gavin said weirdly words to Diane, "I keep trying to think of something clever to say, but damn, all I think is what position is your favorite." Making Diane cough with her drink. She looks at him with wide eyes.

Gavin chuckles, then gestured at her slender figure and said, "Cowgirl, maybe? Take the lead being on top," he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

Eros grin with her stupefied expression, as Gavin continues to be asked non sense questions. "They said our body is 70 percent water. Do you agree?" He asked Diane with a stupid smirk on his lips.

"Well yes I guess," Diane answered, as she take a sip of her drink.

"Really? So can I check later how much fluid you can release?" Gavin laughed at what he stated. Diane just giggled and shyly looked away.

Gavin leaned towards her side, and mumbled, "I'm trying to think if you allow me to experience your sweet pussy like Eros, or just pretend that I'm not thinking about it," he groaned. And added sensually, "if you allow me, can you spread your legs a little for us?" He looked up at her with hooded eyes, rubbing her thigh. Diane just cleared her throat and ignored it.

Gavin stood up and clap his hands and said, "Let's spice things up. I've got some drinking dares," Gavin suggests and looks down at Diane, "unless someone here is a 'safety first' kind of drinker?"

Both men stared at her. She bottoms up her beer first before she nodded, "game."

But Gavin shows some dare on his phone, but her sights were blurry that she can't read them. That is why she gave the signal to start. Two men smirk each other. They raise their glasses making Diane raised her glass too, "To seal the deal, Dare or drink bottoms up," Eros shouts.

Gavin, as the active he is, starts the dare first to Diane, "Lick the neck of the player of the opposite sex." Diane giggles because it's easy dare for her sober state, she choose Eros.

She leaned towards Eros, holding the man's broad shoulder. She licks his Adam's apple. Eros groaned before he said, "My turn. I dare Gavin to do a motorboat."

Gavin fist bumps in the air excitedly as he gazed at Diane before pushed her back on Eros lap, and he dove in, burying his face in the soft valley of her chest and shook his head vigorously from side to side making Diane squeal.

Gavin pulled away, grinning triumphantly. It's Diane to give a dare, but she can't think of something to ask.

When she caught the ice cubes, she held it out and dare Eros, "I dare you to melt this ice but you can only rub it in one place until it's completely gone. No moving around."

Eros didn't hesitate. He took the ice from her damp fingertips, eyes darkening. "Got it." He mumbled before he slid the frozen cube directly against her erect nipple. Diane gasps and tried to pull back, but Eros didn't allow her.

Men watched the ice melt until Eros thumb was now doing most of the rubbing, said, "Dare completed."

"How bout let her picked a number on the lists of dares on your phone Gavin?" Eros suggested, and asked Diane, "Pick a number." Diane whose feel shaky chooses 30. Gavin chuckled and read it out loud, "Fake an orgasm, while demonstrating your favorite position using the other two players as 'props' simulating a sexual position."

The room went dead silent. Both men stared at her reaction. Diane asked, "What does it mean? Do we need to do it together? Like the three of us?" she gulped, and the men just nodded as if they were excited to do it immediately.

"Using us as props?" Eros repeated, a dark grin spreading across his face. He stood up and looked at Gavin. "I think we can manage that."

"It said 'favorite position,' right? Let's see it." Eros asked directly her, "What's your favorite position?"

"I... I don't..." Diane started, but didn't finish her sentence when Eros said, "Our favorite it is, then. It's a bit more... challenging for you."

Eros, the one who first moved by lifting Diane, while Gavin position behind her. Gavin, the one who holds her thighs wide open for Eros to settle between her.

"We are now in the position. Now we need simulation and the sound. Give us the performance, Diane." Eros groaned while smelling her neck sexually.

Diane can feel herself dripping with arousal, to be the center of their attention. Both men bucking their hips towards her, making her whimper. She moans when Eros bulge rubs against her clit back and forth while Gavin nibbled the sweet spot of her nape.

Following a week of not touching herself sexually, it did not prepare her body for this game. She quiver from Eros' slow, steady rotation of his hips. Being brought so close, then having it pulled away, stuck in the pre-orgasmic limbo of denial.

She forgot about the game if they didn't stop. They help her sit down again. And let her process while continue to drink the night out.

After an hour, she said goodbye to the two and tried to stand up, even though her legs were still weak. Luckily, Gavin grabbed her by the waist to support her. "You take care of her first, bro. I still need to follow Max."

Diane was nervous about being left alone with Eros, because she can feel the ghost of his bulge against her. "No, it's okay. I can still handle myself," she rejected the suggestion. Although they ignored her.

Eros was already next to her, with his hand wrapped around her waist. "See you later.. I'll soften her more," Diane confused by what he said to Gavin. But she didn't ask what it meant when Eros was guided her to walk down the stairs.

Diane noticed they were heading to the end of the hallway where his uncle's private room was. She looked at Eros with a questioning look in her eyes. "Need to use the bathroom," was all he said. She just nodded, thinking that she also needed to freshen up.

When they entered the room with only lampshades providing light in the room, he made her sit on the bed before Eros went into the bathroom. He also came out after a few minutes. So she went to the bathroom too. As Diane closed the bathroom door, Eros also closed the bedroom door.

Diane washed her face with cold water. She looked down and saw the wet patch. She touched it like Eros does but she shakes her head and washed it ickiness and wiped it with an extra towel. She went out afterwards, but stopped at the doorway when she saw Eros sitting there. He was no longer wearing a top and his pants were open. The shape of his bulge was clearly visible. "Why are you naked?!" asked Diane, nervous. But her inner self quiver for horniness.

"If you want to sleep here, I can go home alone," she added as she quickly walked towards the door, but gasps when he picked her up by the waist and threw her onto the bed. She bounced and tried to back away, but Eros came over to her and climbed on top of her.

Eros rubbed and kneaded her thighs, slowly leaned over her, whispering, "Let's continue where we stop. I know you want it too." He slowly spread her legs apart to position himself in her center.

Eros rubbed her slit with his thumb, making her whimper, then moan when her thin leggings ripped. Eros laugh mockingly, pressing his erection between her wet lips. Grinding his rigid cock up and down against her trimmed, dripping mound, making her pant with eager anticipation.

He rolled her firm nipples between his fingers while he rubbed them through her thin crop-top. Her fingers held onto his arms, and squeezed them like a silent plea for more. He ripped her crop top to look at her sensitive nipples. Diane's heartbeat matching her rapid breathing as she welcomed the skin to skin contact.

Diane's body shook with desperate need and lust as the man she had just met stared intensely and menacingly at her. He growled and pressed harder on her bare pussy, teasing her a bit more. He grabbed his sleek girth from his pants and tapped her folds just above her clit.

Diane absently moistened her parched lips, closing her eyes to avoid his fierce gaze, but she still felt him. She felt the warm kisses on her skin, nibbling and pecking at her throat, her eyes and lips widened in delight. His large, rough fingers followed her curve, causing her to gasp happily.

Eros hot breath fanned her ear. She bit her lip and caught the glint in his lecherous eyes, feeling him press his hips even more between her cunt as she arched to meet him.

Eros's voice was dark and unwavering. He grunted, "Don't expect me to be gentle just because it's your first time." His hands slid upward, pinning her wrists against the pillow with a grip that was firm.

Diane could sense the length and girth of his boner as he pushed more pressure on her folds.

"I know exactly what you're craving, and I'm going to make sure you remember every single second of it." She didn't understand how he knows that this was her first time.

But she didn't ask, as she was eager to feel it. "I'll fulfill your smallest desire, but I won't just touch you. I intend to devour you. I will provide you with the thing your body has been begging for."

His mouth met the sensitive curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make her gasp. He captured it, swallowing as he pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues swirled and mated. He broke the kiss just long enough to trail a line of their saliva.

His hand moved again, no longer just brushing but seeking the heat inside her quivering slick. He finally slid one long finger, then another. She stiffened, but then melted under his touch. He used his thumb to make a circle around her clit after having it soaked with juices.

Eros hooded gaze watched with a lecherous, triumphant grin, his eyes tracking every twitch of her muscles and every moan that left her throat. "Ahh, hmph," she moaned loudly when she felt his tongue licking her slit up to her nub, drawing a circle around it before biting and sucking it.

His tongue teased hers gently, exploring her as he continued to stretch her tight hole with his fingers. Her fluids trickled from between her parted lips together with his saliva. Only the wet sounds of his tongue and the desperate, breathless pants she couldn't suppress were heard inside the room.

Eros pulled back from her heat, but he didn't give her a second to recover. He crawled up on top of her body, then pinned her down. He grabbed her wrists beside her head, as she was forced to look at him.

He pressed his hips forward, the massive of his arousal grinding against her sensitive, aching center. "You won't just be a woman, Diane. You'll be a shared experience. I'm going to wreck you so thoroughly that you'll be begging for every man in this house to take his turn filling the void I'm about to create. "

The filth of his promises kept her eyes locked on his. Her breath hitches as the very shame he described thrilled her. "I'm going to penetrate your cunt and make sure both of you enjoy this night. You'll never forget that eros struck your hymen with his quiver."

He pressed his thick head against her entrance, slowly nudging deeply inside her. She bit her lip hard to stifle a scream from the pain as he continued to stretch her out.

Eros went still for a moment, buried to the hilt. He didn't move, just letting her feel every inch of his cock. "Ahhh, I can't... it's painful the way you're stretching me, uhhh," she moaned in tears, but her cunt covered his cock with her juices, urging him to rub her walls.

He moves to slow thrust at first before he drills her relentlessly. Hearing the wet sound of skin-to-skin contact, Diane moaned his name, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to mark her skin.

"Ah--! Eros, wait--it's too... hhh,!" Diane gasped, her head thrashing against the pillow.

Eros wasn't holding back anymore. He put one of Diane's trembling legs over his broad shoulder, tilting her pelvis up and exposing her completely to his relentless assault.

Eros's cock swelled up. He groaned the way she squeeze him, "Oh god, don't stop," she exploded, juices trailing down her trembling thighs, as she cum for the first time.

He didn't stop, though. "Eros--! Please! Ahh--ah! I can't--cum again! Please!" she cried out, her plea sounding more like an invitation for Eros.