Chrissy looked at Beth before turning to face Kevin again. "Kevin, I want... I want to suck Mark's dick. Now. Here. Under the kitchen table."
Kevin felt his cock pulse again. His own girlfriend was totally under the spell of another man and it was turning him on!
Beth turned towards him. "What do you want, Kevin?"
Kevin forced himself to breathe in and out a few times. "I want that to happen, too."
Beth shivered, quietly overjoyed at all the power she had. "Well," she said to Chrissy, "Take off your pants and get the fuck under my table." Kevin heard the sound of a zipper, as Beth reached into Mark's pants to pull his cock out.
Chrissy slid off her pants and slowly got to her knees. With one last glance at Kevin, she crawled under the table.
"Don't play with yourself yet, Chrissy," added Beth. "Just focus on Mark."
Mark had simply been enjoying the show from the sidelines, but now he was happy, of course, to be involved. His mouth opened slightly as Chrissy made it to him under the table. Beth took her fork, jammed it into the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table, and put it on the plate in front of him.
That's when the sounds started.
Kevin knew what a blowjob sounded like. Chrissy had always been generous to him, giving them out frequently. This sounded like something else entirely. This seemed to be for two reasons: The first, because Chrissy was clearly dealing with something much larger than she was used to. The sound of her choking, slobbering and jerking his cock was simply much louder than anything Kevin had heard in real life. It certainly didn't match what it sounded like when Chrissy gave Kevin his blowjobs. But the second reason was purely that Chrissy was enjoying herself far more doing this than anytime she had done it with Kevin. She was constantly moaning as she sucked, licked and choked, and every now and then you could hear a faint "God, yes," or "Fuck, yes" under the table.
Kevin wanted to look badly, but he knew he'd be in trouble for doing so.
During all this, Mark began eating his pancakes. Beth was still at his side, her hand still under the table as well. They shared a kiss- far less dirty than Kevin would have imagined. It was almost a sweet, tender, kiss, totally juxtaposed by the pornographic sounds coming from under the table. He moaned into Beth's mouth as you could hear Chrissy really choke on him.
Kevin felt pure jealousy and arousal at this. His girlfriend, under the table, sucking Mark's dick while the modelesque Beth kissed him tenderly. Kevin felt so hard, he worried he might cum right there.
Beth finally turned her attention towards Kevin. "Now, what about you?"
Kevin waited patiently. Beth had all the power and she knew it.
"How hard are you right now?"
"So fucking hard."
Beth leaned towards Kevin, away from Mark, though her hand remained under the table, presumably still holding Mark's cock as Chrissy sucked it. She glanced down at Kevin's cock.
"Wow, you are hard. Why don't you take off your pants? I want to see your little underwear tent again."
Kevin obeyed nearly immediately, undoing his belt and lifting his hips to pull down his jeans, all without getting up off his chair.
Beth looked down at the boxer briefs, playing up a disappointed reaction. Then, without warning, she reached out and grabbed his shaft, still contained by the underwear.
Kevin gently sucked in air through his teeth. He felt his cock twitch.
She smiled at him. "Wow, feel that pulsing." She held his cock as if she was going to give him a handjob, but her fist did not move. She simply held it, squeezing it gently. Kevin squeezed the table with his hand, trying to steady himself.
"Mmm. I wonder who will cum first?" said Beth wickedly. She squeezed his shaft again, her hand still on top of his boxer briefs. "I bet you're curious about what's going on under the table, so let me paint you a picture. My hand is at the base of Mark's cock, jerking him. Above my hand, I can feel Chrissy's hands jerking him off too. And above that, of course, as you can hear... she's trying to choke down as much of it as she can." Beth paused for effect, and of course, the sound of Chrissy slobbering on Mark's cock filled the room. "And over here, I'm holding- not jerking- your cock, which is still in your underwear. I'm not even technically touching you... yet.
"It doesn't even seem fair, does it? Mark has two girls- three hands and a mouth- working on his dick, while you have one hand holding it. Seems like it'll be no contest. Mark will be the one to cum first, I'm sure."
She gently, almost imperceptibly, moved her hand up and down, still squeezing Kevin's shaft through his underwear. "Oh, god," he said.
"Uh oh. Maybe not?" She squeezed gently again. "Wow, did you almost cum there? Can you imagine? Mark has your girlfriend working so hard down there to please him, I've got my hand on his cock too. But he hasn't cum yet. You, though, you almost just came from one pump of my hand. Over the underwear, no less. Can you imagine if you came? How pathetic that would feel?" She started moving her hand again.
Kevin shut his eyes and squeezed his own leg in an attempt to get control.
"Look at me, look in my eyes," she said. He obeyed. "What feature of my face do you find the sexiest?"
Kevin thought about trying to dodge the question, but he was getting lost in her eyes, totally under her control. "Lips. Your lips."
"Stare at my lips. I want you to stare at them."
He did. They were full, ruby red lips, naturally a little plump. They could be on a billboard for lipstick.
"Good boy." It was hypnotic watching them move as she spoke. "Now, listen. Listen to your girlfriend." They did- you could hear Chrissy moan on Mark's big dick. "Hear her work so hard? She's not doing it for you. She's not doing it for Mark, even, or me. She's down there sucking that cock because she loves it. Because she needs it. Because trying to please Mark makes her feel like a slut, and she's discovered that she likes being a slut. Is she like that with you?"
God, he couldn't believe how hot her lips looked as she slowly spoke. He couldn't look away. "No."
"Of course not. It turns you on, doesn't it? Losing control like this? Giving in? Giving in to me?"
"Yes."
She stopped moving her hand, but held onto his shaft tight. "Okay, baby boy. Listen to me. It's time to see who's going to last longer. Keep staring at my lips, keep looking at me with that pained look I love. Keep listening to your girlfriend choking on that big dick. And keep imagining what it looks like down there, with all those hands on Mark's big dick, and how different it must look to your little dick still in your underwear. You got all that?"
Kevin nodded.
"Look at my lips, listen to your girl, think about her on that dick. Got it?"
He nodded again.
"Now fuck my fist."