Kevin realized he wasn't even going to be given the courtesy of a handjob: Beth was holding her hand firmly in place, and Kevin would have the chance to fuck her hand as all this was going on. But as he stared at her lips, and listened to his girlfriend, and thought about the filthy situation under the table, he realized: he didn't care.
His hips began to slowly buck, his cock going in and out of her fist. His eyes stayed glued to her lips.
She smiled. "Yes, baby boy, yes. Fuck my hand."
He really began rocking his hips now, in and out, back and forth. His eyes traced around her lips, drinking in every detail as she talked. He listened to those sounds coming from under the table, filling the room with pornographic sounds. And he thought about how filthy his girlfriend had to look with that big cock under the table.
Kevin knew resisting was hopeless. He gave in, cumming in his underwear after only a dozen pumps. His body shook and tensed up with pleasure as every cumshot filled his underwear.
Finally, as he came down from that wonderful high, he met Beth's eyes. She was happy, wickedly amused. "You couldn't even last half a minute. Just fucking my hand."
Kevin didn't answer. What could he say? The comparison between Mark- who had two girls working on him- and him- cumming into a steady hand- was humiliating. But he loved it.
"Now what about me, hmm?" she asked. "Everyone else seems to be having fun. What about me?"
Kevin was out of breath. "Do you want me to go down... do you want me to get under the table, too?"
Beth shook her head. "I know you just want to go down there to see your pretty girlfriend choke on my boyfriend's cock."
He did. He knew that was the reason his erection hadn't gone down. "No, I don't. I want to go down there to please you."
"Liar." She crossed her arms and huffed. "I told you not to lie to me. I don't think I should let you down there at all."
"Okay, I want to see it," he admitted, remembering how useless it was to lie to her. "But I also want to pleasure you, Beth, I want to make you feel good."
"You think I care what you want?"
There was a brief pause as Kevin was unsure where to go next.
Beth looked at him more softly. "Convince me."
"What?"
"Like I'm Jacob. Or your boss. I have something you want. Close me."
For a brief moment, Kevin felt his curiosity overpower his arousal. What the hell was Beth doing? Did this make her feel powerful? Was this part of her game? Or was this something else?
She leaned in a bit more. "Come on, Kev. Everything you want is down there. Now make me want it too."
Kevin studied her for a few moments. What had she said? Making it about what the other person wants. But how could he know what Beth wants? It seemed like Beth got whatever she wanted. It seemed like we were all in the positions they were in right now because Beth had willed it so.
Was that it? Well, it was worth a shot, anyway.
"You don't care about me going down on you, Beth. Not really. Anyone in a five mile radius would eat you out, given the chance. I'm sure Mark would fuck you all day if you asked him. So why involve us? I think..." Kevin swallowed. It seemed as though Beth didn't blink as she locked eyes with him, listening. "I think what gets you going is winning. And power. Knowing that everyone here is exactly where you want them to be, doing exactly what you want them to do. We can set up all the rules we want, but you knock them down just by being you."
There was the slightest glint in her eye that let Kevin know he was on the right track.
"But is this the end of your brunch, here? I get to cum, Mark and Chrissy are having fun. You get nothing but a Mimosa? That doesn't feel like winning, does it? What's your reward for making all this happen? Well, let me tell you." He grabbed the champagne, refilling her glass. "I'll paint you the picture. Chrissy's down under the table sucking your boyfriend's dick, not because she wants it, but because you're allowing it. And that dick may be attached to Mark, but since he's your boyfriend, that's your dick, isn't it? And right next to them is you, Mimosa in hand, getting eaten out by your roommate's boyfriend under the table. Everyone where you want them to be. You could take a picture of it, and put it in the dictionary next to the word 'powerful.' How does that sound? How would that feel?"
Beth pretended to look thoughtful. "I don't know..."
"And don't worry about Chrissy and Mark distracting me. I thought about you sitting on my face every day for two seconds. If you think I'll be focused on anything but you when I'm between your thighs, you're crazy."
Beth smiled. She took a sip of her drink. Then said the magic words. "Get under my table."
Kevin, relieved to have passed the test, mentally jumped for joy, bending down under the table.
He finally saw Chrissy after all that time, knelt in front of Mark's lap. She was sucking- no, she was worshiping- Mark's cock, which was covered in her drool. Kevin could finally see it in person- the cock was massive, as big if not bigger than any he had seen in porn. It towered out of his pants. His balls were out too, a big sack that Chrissy was slobbering on at the moment. Her hands and Beth's one hand still jerked the shaft.
Chrissy noticed Kevin. "Hey!" she whispered, excited to see him. She took her mouth off his balls, but kept her cheek pressed against his cock as if she was afraid to lose contact with it. It looked even bigger as it practically overshadowed her whole face. She looked down and noticed the tent and mess in Kevin's underwear. "Oh, um, wow..."
"I know. This shit is too hot."
"You're telling me." She reached out a hand and he grabbed it, squeezing it. It was romantic for a single moment before the both realized how covered in her own salvia it was from jerking Mark's cock. "Oh, uh, sorry..."
"No, don't worry. I like it." He leaned in, kissing her, not caring- or maybe actually liking- that she just was worshiping Mark.
She kissed him back, but her hands returned to jerking the monster cock above them, almost as if it was an unconscious action.
As they broke the kiss, Beth's other hand suddenly appeared. It grabbed Chrissy's hair, and with the hand still on Mark's shaft, Beth tilted his cock down. Once it was aligned with Chrissy's mouth, she roughly shoved Chrissy on it. Chrissy's eyes rolled back, lost in being dominated, almost as if she had forgotten Kevin was there.
Kevin's cock twitched at the sight.
"You promised me focus, Kevin..." came the voice from above. "Chrissy, why don't you start fingering yourself so you really forget about your boyfriend?"
Chrissy immediately stuffed a hand down her panties. Kevin crawled over to Beth, reaching up to pull down her pants. She lifted her hips slightly to help, allowing him to tear off both pants and underwear. She slid her butt forward on the chair and spread her legs, giving Kevin easy access.
He began pleasing her in every way he knew how, kissing her, worshiping her, licking her, fingering her.
Behind his head, she crossed one leg over the other's knee. She slowly pulled this leg towards her until her calf was at the back of Kevin's head- but kept going, squeezing his head into her pussy. She rocked her hips against him as he pleasured her.
Kevin felt like she was squeezing all the blood from his head to his cock.
Above them, the sounds of gentle kissing could be heard, as Mark and Beth resumed focusing on each other. It wasn't sloppy or aggressive sounding- it was more tender, gentle kisses. As if they were thanking each other for this situation.
This continued for a while, everyone where they should be. Chrissy and Kevin, lost in lust below the table, as Mark and Beth were treated like royalty above them.
"I wonder who's going to cum next?" asked Beth from above them. "Or again?" she added wickedly. Her voice was casual, totally in control, despite Kevin's intense efforts to make her feel good.
Kevin gently reached down to grab his own cock, which never went down after his orgasm. He squeezed it gently and was embarrassed at how close he felt to cumming again. But between these thick thighs, as he was being squeezed into her perfect pussy... he started to feel his cock twitch again.
Kevin could also hear the wet sounds of Chrissy pleasuring herself as she worshiped Mark's cock. She was moaning more and more on it and Kevin could tell she was getting close to her first orgasm.
It was almost funny: Mark and Beth, who were receiving oral, didn't appear to be getting half the pleasure that the ones under the table were getting. It may be Chrissy or Kevin to cum next, but it almost certainly wouldn't be Mark or Beth. It made them feel so powerful- just by allowing Kevin and Chrissy to pleasure them, they were ones giving out the pleasure.
Chrissy's moans intensified.
"I think I know who's next," said Mark. His tone wasn't as cool and casual as Beth's, but it was close.
"You think it'll be her?" asked Beth.
"Listen to her moan on me." He started speaking to Chrissy. "Are you close to cumming, hmm, baby girl? Are you close to cumming, sucking my cock?"
"Yes... yes, Daddy," answered Chrissy to the table above, her voice shaking with pleasure.
"How about a little wager?" said Beth to Mark. "Whoever gives an orgasm first wins."
"You mean, whoever's... person..." You could hear Mark's hesitation, uncertain what to call Kevin and Chrissy. Their sluts? Their bottoms? "...cums first, wins?"
"Yep. Chrissy cums sucking your cock, you win. But if Kevin cums... again, mind you... licking me, I win."
"Wins what?"
"Loser buys coffee."
Kevin and Chrissy both melted a bit under the table. They were going to get the most intense pleasure of their lives, all to fight over a cup of coffee.
"Deal," said Mark. You could hear his smile in their tone. "Rules?"
"You can't touch them or anything. They have to do it themselves while they're pleasuring us."
"You mean I can't just bend her over this table?"
Beth tsk'd. "No rule breaking today, dear. You think Kevin would last more than five seconds if I had him in my mouth?"
Kevin and Chrissy melted at each mental image.
"Okay," said Mark, cockiness in his voice. "Game on."