Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fertile Tara: EP3

"Naw, you don't have to try I'd say," he looked around the freshly moved-in bachelorette's apartment, "I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh?"

"Boyfriend? Ha! Haven't had one of those for awhile," Tara said, with just a hint of bitterness. Sex was so hard to come by since her last boyfriend, and her fantasies could only go so far to satisfy her. "Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one, hmm?"

Roy laughed, "No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!"

Tara shook her head, "Mm-mm. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me."

"Oh, don't be too sure," Roy said, "I'm sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, Tara."

Tara smiled - she was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again.

"Looks like they've got your bed. I should probably go help them - they'll get cranky if I don't." Tara opened her mouth but Roy dashed out the door before she could say anything. "Damn," she huffed, smoothing out her skirt for the second time that night.

The three men entered Tara's apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Tara's bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained, muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Tara's benefit... The thought made her rub her legs together - she stepped behind her large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot again.

piece, a feat which further impressed Tara. All three men left the room again, Roy giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not

room. Tara heard front door close firmly and heavy familiar footsteps thumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, Roy's more boyish-tone distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. "Oh, they'll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough", she thought,

men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard. Big strong men, like the ones in her living room right then... The movers were surely not helping her get

that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom's doorway, Roy in front

moved in, Tara," Roy announced, and Tara nodded

said, wondering if they had seen her hand under

our

just get my checkbook..." She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around - invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn't quite bought yet, or

chance to think. The

that kind

"Um, do... do you guys only

discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we'll be taking something else tonight..." Tara felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men, "W-what will you take then?" She asked, backing up slightly. There was

couldn't even let out a yelp- her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart. The men pawed her inner thighs, over her taut belly, down her back, up her neck, around

doing!?" Tara panicked. Their hands were so hot, and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breasts so forcefully, so eagerly. Tara tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tightened thighs anyway. "Stop!" Tara cried out, "Get off

their new toy. Roy spoke behind her, his chest pressing