Henry Cavill and Hasan Piker Engage in a Threesome
"Gimme two more ales, will ya?" Henry hollered over the noisy tavern. The pretty brunette swiftly arranged her long locks and filled a couple of mugs.
"Here you go, mate!" She flashed a tired smile as she pushed the drinks towards him. The place was packed tonight with only her and another gal serving all those thirsty men.
"Cheers!" They both clinked their tankards before taking a swig. Henry eyed the redhead's rosy cheeks and her dripping waves that clung to her neck. A number of months traveling with his pal Hasan had left him longing for the feel of feminine curves next to him. Suddenly, the idea of sharing a bed with the buxom barmaid appeared rather inviting.
"Hey, buddy!" Hasan's arm dropped over Henry's shoulder. "You get your ale yet?"
"Yeah, yeah...we're just enjoying this break." Henry confirmed while savoring his drink. Hasan was a few years younger and usually more even-minded, but this evening, he was determined to forget his responsibilities.
Their chat died down as Hasan's gaze flickered to the brunette's busty frame, observing her moves. He admired how she pushed her hair behind her ear, exposing some more skin. Where did that sweat trickle from? Sure, she must've been working her tail off, but that didn't stop his mind from wandering. Henry couldn't help but glance down too, imagining the fullness she was concealing. Then, Hasan leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you think she feels what we're thinking?"
"I can't deny I've been thinking about it," Henry hinted, not moving his eyes from her beauty. They grinned at each other, sharing their lustful imaginations.
"We're due for some R & R, eh?" Hasan asked, noticing Henry absentmindedly staring. It felt like it'd been ages since either of them had enjoyed a woman's touch.
"Getting to sleep in a comfy bed sounds divine," Henry admitted. He signaled the redhead, who meandered over, and surprised them both as she remarked, "We're quite busy tonight. I need to check and see what's available."
Intrigue raced through their minds as the owner of the generous hips headed up the stairs with her employees in tow. Each smirked at the prospect of picking her when they reached the hallway, their gazes lingering on her shapely derriere. A fantasy came true for her when she chosen them deliberately from the lot, delighting in the idea of sleeping between these muscular rogues for an exciting night. As they approached the door to a room, her amusement radiated to them, even if they didn't quite realize.
"I'm afraid this is the only option left, gents. " She smirked, obviously pleased with the idea. Henry and Hasan followed behind, each eyeing her spherical assets bouncing with every stride. She finally opened a large bedroom with a sumptuous bed in the middle.
"Looks like you'll have to share, then..." She knelt by the bedpost, politely hinting they'd have to share between them. Instruction and yearning painted on her face as the lads exchanged a glance, giving in to their fantasies.
They reached the bedroom, and she casually leaned on the post, revealing a full cleavage and hinting at her enticing form. Both men felt a rush of excitement as the idea of sharing her filled their minds. Henry blatantly gestured towards the giant bed in the midst.
"We could be incredibly lucky if we had an exquisite woman to..." "I dunno, I think we're pretty damn fortunate, don't you?" Hasan said jokingly, suddenly feeling like this was an opportunity to make their fantasies true. They watched mesmerized as the girl neared the bed, then turned to them.
"This door right here," she gestured with her finger, "Has a bed so big we might be able to squeeze three of us in. Do you three think you could share?" Henry and Hasan exchanged a glance, a sense of mischievousness spreading as they headed for the bed. They stepped inside, her glance trailing to their bulging muscles as she prospected, suddenly realizing that they'd been picked on purpose. She smirked and crossed her arms, a preference in her eyes as the pair joined her. "Well, looks like you've managed to savor the allure of what you've been picturing all evening. I figured we'd have some interesting moments ahead."
Hasan reared his arm around her and dragged her to the side of the bed, attempting to steal her embrace from his pal. Henry tried to react, but felt the temptation overcome him. "Oh, uh, we better allow ladies first pick, surely, don't you agree?" Henry asked, pouring out the "gentleman's rule" with a glue of excitement on his tongue. She contemplated, appraising both the tall babes, openly bewitched by their sheer presence. Did they arrange their interacting to disrobe her? Would they really relinquish control? The tension mounted as she asked, "Does one of you two take the lead?"
Hasan smirked, "I think this is where we make our decision." He gestured to the other for a turn. Henry reached out and slid his hands along her curves and tucked a strand of her hair away. She giggled, "I'm not the only one needing to make a choice! Beep-boop!" A small laugh slipped through her lips and her eyes sparkled, "Both look handsome... Mind if I take a turn?"
The lads traded roles and stared her up and down, eyeing her alluring walk upon which they'd imagined thousands of desires. Instruction spread like wildfire as the three tried it...and tried it again, each one losing their sanity over the need for control. She decked her arms and swayed her hips enticingly, neither of them able to deny the pleasure they felt watching the voluptuous lady play. Staring into each other's eyes she flirtatiously offered, "I'm glad we've all shared this beautiful desire, lads."
Her cheerful voice sounded like music inside their ears and only heightened the joy inside her as she contemplated enjoying these willing victims of fantasy.
"Perhaps we could make this happen..." She said, striking a balance between humor and seriousness. Henry, now with one knee on the bench, leaned over the bed frame and looked up at her.
"Are you proposing?" Their gazes locked. She took a deep breath to conceal her anticipation. Hasan was now behind her, and before she could speak, he spoke up as well,
"Sleeping next to a warm body would be nice tonight..." He placed his arm above her head on the bedpost. The two men exchanged glances and agreed silently. They both understood what they required tonight; what they'd yearned for the past couple of hours. She turned her head to glance behind her for a moment.
"Perhaps I could..." Before she could finish, Henry deftly grabbed her chin and steered her face toward him. She let out a soft gasp as she met his intense blue eyes. As soon as he heard her intention, he knew what to do next. At this point, he was confident she wanted it as much as he did.
He kissed her gently. It was tender, but neither of their lips were hesitant at that moment. They both recognized that this was the beginning of a lengthy, passionate night. Connecting their lips, they kissed slowly. Henry wanted to savor the taste of her mouth. He wanted to relish the pleasure she could provide him with. Meanwhile, Hasan was losing patience. In contrast to the older man, he couldn't wait any longer to desire the woman in front of him. He undid her hair from behind and allowed it to fall on her bare shoulders. He carefully positioned his hand to caress the nape of her neck. He matched Henry's pace but struggled to maintain composure as her scent engulfed him. He breathed heavily and tried to kiss her softly. She could feel the growl in the back of his throat attempting to escape. With each kiss on her neck and lips, they grew more and more eager.
Henry swirled his tongue across hers as he pulled her face closer to his. They both yearned for air after each kiss. Henry couldn't get enough of her soft, full lips. Just as he was slipping into ecstasy at the sensation of their lips touching his, Hasan struggled to be patient. With Henry's assistance, he worked to free her from her gown. Her breasts fell free, and Henry instinctively held her waist. She was so delicate beneath her linen dress. For a moment, Henry rested his head on her stomach and sighed in contentment. He was now able to feel her unrestrained hips beneath his hands. He heard her frantic sighs as she kissed Hasan. He wasn't envious; she was theirs tonight. He wanted to relish her body as much as his friend. And he knew they were both struggling to control themselves.
Hasan paused to savor the sight of her ample bosom anymore exposed. His hand ventured from her neck into her dress, taking a handful of her right breast. She bit her lip as she saw him stare at her. Warmth spread throughout her body as he manipulated her. She moaned softly when he took her nipple between his index finger and thumb. He also took her other breast in his free hand, playing with them as his heart demanded. Henry looked up at them together, imagining the scene beneath her dress. Hasan glanced at his compatriot and smiled, signifying his satisfaction. He couldn't wait any longer; he yanked away the fabric that restricted her breasts. She yelped but enjoyed the sudden sensation. Henry looked at her blushing face; he desired to see her face twisted in ecstasy. He gave thanks to Hasan in his mind. He couldn't withstand it any longer without witnessing her nudity. Henry sat back onto his heels, his hands disappearing under her dress. Her eyes met his, signifying their shared longing. He didn't break eye contact as he raised her dress and instructed, []
"Here, hold onto this." She quickly gathered the extra fabric of her dress in her hands, anticipating what was to come. She could feel Hasan's excitement building as well. His hard and ready cock pressed against her back as he lovingly caressed her chest. She held onto the hem of her skirt and looked down at Henry's craving for her. In spite of being at his limit, Henry couldn't help but touch her up and down her legs. She shivered with each kiss he planted on her thighs. Henry tried to be gentle, but wanting to bite and chew on the tender skin was becoming too much for him. He grunted as he moved higher up her legs. She could hear Hasan growing more impatient. The man behind her moved his hips, grinding into her. She didn't know whether to lean back into Hasan's thrusting hips or press forward into Henry's investigating mouth. The older man's hand glided up her hips and dipped his fingers under her underwear. He peered up once more and saw her green eyes gleaming with excitement. And he was right. She was eagerly waiting for him to touch her where she had been aching all this time. Breathing faster, she felt him pull her undergarment down and off of her. Naked except for her dress and leather boots, she felt strangely un clean.
Henry took his hand and drew it between her legs. Her breath caught in her throat, and she let out a little squeak as he finally sensed the depth of her desire for both of them. His knuckles pushed into her, and her hips jerked backward into Hasan.
"Shit..." Hasan gasped out. His hands clutched onto her and pulled her closer. He wanted to feel the inside of her so badly. Reaching for her ear with his lips, he whispered, "Can you feel how desperate I've become?" She nodded frantically as she closed her eyes. She felt one of his hands unbutton his pants. He was desperate to feel his skin against hers. Henry stood up and assisted Hasan in removing her dress. They tossed her dress aside before marveling at her naked form. They took a brief moment to take in her body. She felt her skin turn crimson from her cheeks to her chest. She could sense the hunger burning in their gazes.
Henry kissed her fiercely, gripping her waist. Hasan tightened his grip on her hips and pushed himself into the space between her thighs. She could feel a drop of liquid fall from his thick and eagerness onto her lower back. Desperate to be patient, he willed his hands to resist. With all four hands tightly gripping her, she succumbed to them fully. Henry moved back down to the ground, kissing and sucking his way from her feet. Hasan was entranced by her round and glistening bottom as he slid himself in the space between each cheek. Henry pressed his thumb into her swollen bud. Her legs trembled for a second as she gasped softly. Looking up, he could see she had her eyes closed and was focusing on the pleasure she was experiencing. She placed her hands on Hasan's palms and squeezed. Henry rubbed rhythmically as he watched her brow furrow above him. She placed her hands on top of Hasan's and squeezed, urging him on. He took his other hand and teased her entrance with his middle finger. She was practically begging him to enter her. She had been ready for them to be inside her since they stepped through the door to this room. Henry's eyes rolled back as his finger slipped inside of her. Considering how ready she was, he couldn't believe it was so smooth. He added another finger, and she moaned with satisfaction. His thumb continued its motion, pushing a third finger effortlessly into her. He couldn't believe how easy it was. Her wetness dripped off of his fingers. It looked like a flower's nectar leaking down his hand.
"You're making a mess on the floor." He observed as several drops from his hand landed on the hardwood beneath them. Her skin flushed scarlet as she was confronted with her intense arousal. Hasan looked at his feet and saw the damp wood. Envious of the feeling she had given to Henry, he eagerly inserted his length into her primed cunt.
She winced with satisfaction as Hasan's sturdy member entered her, a feeling impossible to replicate even with three of Henry's fingers. He moaned as he felt her gripping him tightly. He desired to feel her warmth completely consuming him. Still inside of her, he shifted her weight onto his chest, bringing her legs up into the air. She was in bewilderment, never being held in such a position before. Hasan's hands grabbed the underside of her thighs and he rapidly drove up into her. She gasped as she felt him reach the deepest part of her. Her voice became raunchy, emitting a moan as he penetrated her from below. Their raspy groans reverberated in the otherwise silent room. Her hands attempted to grasp onto Hasan's broad shoulders, but they kept slipping away with each jerky movement.
On the side, Henry watched in amazement as Hasan slid in and out of her. His growing erection threatened to tear through his pants. He quickly freed his aroused member. As his hands encircled himself, his free hand reached out and spread the woman's lower lips to get a better glimpse. He leaned forward, his mouth watering at the sight of her swollen clit. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the feast she offered him. He placed her white abdomen in his hand and fondled himself with the other. He moved his face to match Hasan's rhythm and licked her with his tongue.
She fell into ecstasy, unable to think of anything but the physical sensations. Her lower stomach burned with intense heat. Hasan's cock and Henry's tongue seemed to touch from both sides of her, creating a destructive orgasmic tsunami. She cried out and her body convulsed uncontrollably. She pushed her head against Hasan's chest as her hips thrashed back and forth. Hasan could feel her throbbing around him, which sent him over the edge. Henry attempted to keep her stable as he gripped her thighs and pushed his face deep into her. As she came ferociously, both men continued with their thrusts. She wimpered,
"Wait! Wait..." She felt so sensitive. The same stimulation from before felt a hundred times more intense now. Her eyes crossed as she lost herself in the all-consuming pleasure. The intense heat in her lower abdomen returned once more. Loud cries of ecstasy filled the room. Her mind was entirely taken over by the powerful sensation. She experienced another orgasm, this one lasting much longer. The men held her tightly as her body convulsed in their embrace. She clutched a handful of Henry's curly brown hair. She couldn't decide if she wanted to pull his head away or push it deeper into herself. Hasan was nearing his climax as well, but he didn't want to finish just yet. They had the entire night ahead of them. As she settled back into Hasan's embrace, Henry held her. He noticed Hasan slowly pulling out of her. Hasan breathed heavily, fighting to maintain control.
Henry walked over to the bed and handed her off to Hasan. She embraced him tightly, feeling her still uncontrollably twitching. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes due to the intense climax. The corners of her lips curved into a small smile, unsure how to process the power of her orgasm. With his face buried in her chest, he breathed in her sweet and salty scent. His hands held her bottom, holding her weight. He paused for a few moments and licked up her neck. She groaned softly and dug her nails into his back.
Hasan witnessed her backside raising from Henry's hands. He scooted up onto the bed and faced the ceiling. He beckoned, "Bring her over here." Henry carried her a few steps towards the bed and looked at Hasan over her blushed shoulder, meeting his eyes as she was lowered down on the bed. Her legs dangled around Hasan's head. Hasan eagerly tasted her as he waited for her to find her balance on the edge of the bed. She hung on to Henry's hands, feelings his hands enjoying her thighs and pulling her even more on top of his face. As her energy faded, she allowed herself to fully relax, sitting back onto his mouth.
Breathing was secondary for Hasan right now. He shut his eyes and concentrated on how it felt on his tongue. Her skin was delicate and swollen, and sticky from his previous intercourse. He had taken a pause from fucking her with the goal of not finishing yet; however, this was not helping him in any way. He experienced himself tingling in, as he continued to lavish her. Merely lifting her for a moment to inhale air was needed. She rocked her hips into him as she panted between her cries. As she held onto Henry's hands, she pondered if he had been touched yet. His member was turgid; the veins on each side looked set to rupture. This sent a hot ripple into her pelvis. She let go of one of his hands and reached down to hold it. A small sigh slipped past his lips and he browsed down at his cock, now enveloped by her hot and sweaty palm. Keeping her eyes on his expression, she observed his neck wrinkle. She let him go for a moment to bring her hand up to her mouth. She licked from the soles of her palm to the suggestion of her center finger. He watched with excitement as she swallowed her two fingers and profusely lubricated them with her mouth. She viewed his eyes yearn for her touch, which fuelled her. She touch-stroked him with her left hand while his hold on her right tightened.
As Hasan jerked Henry off, her hips persisted sliding over Hasan's face. She could feel the familiar heat reinstating in her loins. She didn't wish to come again assailing Henry's organ inside of her, though. She inched off of Hasan and took in a deep intake of breath, reverting to reality. She peered into Henry's face and muttered,
"I want you inside of me when I come..." Her imploring look caused a chill down his spine. He swallowed, imagining how it would feel to feel her squeeze him. Hasan slid away and extended space so Henry could have a chance to experience her from within as well.
Henry lowered her onto the bed, then took her legs and tugged her towards the edge. He spread her open with his hand, and eventually entered her with ease. Her eyeballs flitted back as he steadily retreated away, then back into her, ensuring he felt everything to the max.
"You feel so fucking good." He groaned loudly. He clasped her right leg and retained it to his chest as he flipped her sideways. Hasan extended over and massaged her clit with two fingers, desiring to view what form her face would take when she came. She felt the tension in her abdomen spreading and she squeezed her eyes tight. Hasan suddenly grabbed her face with his free hand, noting that she was reaching orgasm,
"Look at me." He declared. Religion her pleading gaze sent olfactory waves down his spine. He gulped, envisaging how it would feel to feel her pulsing around him. Hasan relocated, sat up, and wiped his face with his hand, projecting his friend a space.
Henry pushed her onto the bed, then took her legs and moved her towards the edge. He parted her open with his palm, before diving into her effortlessly. Her eyes flickered back as he gently eased out then back into her, ensuring he felt all of it.
"You feel so fucking good." He moaned loudly. He grabbed her right leg and cradled it against his chest as he tilted her sideways. Hasan reached over and stimulated her clit with two fingers, wishing to witness her face when she came. The sensations she experienced in her central area crept deeper and she closed her eyes tightly. Hasan suddenly seize her cheeks with his free hand, picking her up on his implicit command.
"Look at me." He dictated. Perceiving his prevailing voice forced her to come. She opened her eyes and stared into his laser-like gaze. Her cheeks reddened and her mouth ajar. She struggled to focus on Hasan's eyes, but her vision became too hazy. It mattered not, as long as he could see her mouth as she moaned. Henry insisted advancing into her, being unable to come down from her zenith. He leaned his head on her ankle and closed his eyes. He couldn't get enough of this feeling. She observed the beads of sweat run from his head onto her leg. She turned to face him, but Hasan maintained his hand wrapped around her cheeks.
His eye contact fixated on her crimson lips, glossed with drool. He knelt by her head and snagged his penis in his hand. Her eyes shifted from his face to the copious dick in front of her. She was enchanted by it, much like his. It seemed as if he was nearing the end. A dewdrop formed at the tip, and she extended her tongue to lick it. Opening her mouth, she looked into Hasan's dark brown eyes. He regarded her, awaiting her next action keenly. The tip of his penis touched her lips. She stuck out her tongue, pushing him into her wet mouth. It took all of his self-restraint to not immediately shove it down her throat. His hips reacted to, though; twitching each time her sparkling eyes appraised him. She heard Henry's grunts become shivers as he approached climax. She also felt him close to ejaculation. Both of them felt restless inside her. Their shouts filled the area, more so than hers.
All of a sudden, Henry yanked himself away from her and stooped over her. He yielded to his body's urges, and his semen spilled onto her stomach and breasts. She shuddered as she sensed the heat of him all over her. Taking in the sight of her covered in Henry's fluids, Hasan experienced a stirring in his lower abdomen. He gazed at her glistening form and yearned to contribute to it. He withdrew from her mouth and pleasured himself on her body. Struggling to breathe, she gazed down at her body as Hasan adorned her flesh with his own release.
Later, Henry peered down at the mess they had both created on this woman's body. Unthinkingly, he placed his hands beneath her and spread their combined semen up and down her breasts. He got down on the bed and assisted her in sitting up by placing his hand at her back. He brushed her hair aside with his other arm and consoled her,
"You did brilliantly." Overjoyed by the unexpected praise, her eyes lit up. He kissed her gently and she crumpled into his embrace. Hasan raised her chin to his face and kissed her as well. He lingered on her lips as their breathing steadied together. He chuckled as he withdrew,
"We need to tidy you up." They helped her off the bed and into the bathroom. There was a faucet and a large wooden tub in the center of the space. She clutched their hands as she eased herself into the tub and they took turns cleaning her. She had never felt so pampered. Afterward, they wrapped her in a blanket and guided her back to the bed. They returned to the bathroom to clean themselves, and she sat alone in the darkened room. She glanced around at the scattered garments and blushed. She couldn't believe she had just slept with her patrons, not just one, but both of them. She placed her head in her hands and signed sad. It was truly wonderful though...
Her musings were halted by the two men's entrance from the bathroom, naked. Although she'd just had sex with them, witnessing their stark nudity caused her to turn her head and blush.
"I ought to get dressed and go back downstairs." She muttered shyly.
"No, you should stay." Henry insisted, his expression matching his words.
"But-" She began.
"Didn't I say I'd only sleep in one bed if a woman was between us?" Hasan interjected with a smirk. She chuckled to herself,
"Yes... you did say that." She avoided eye contact with the floor. Henry raised her chin and urged her,
"Come. It's late, we should retire to our beds." They all joined in bed and the waitress found her place in the center. They all got snug in the sheets and Hasan leaned down and extinguished the candle on the bedside table. The only illumination now was the moonlight filtering through the single window in the room. It seemed like they both fell asleep immediately. They all required rest. She gazed to their sides, at their muscular and hairy torsos, at their serene sleeping features. She bit her lip, hoping to see them again upon their return following their journey.pondering this thought, she dozed off to sleep too. In the end, the men gathered their belongings and left, each promising the other that if they ever returned this way, they would book a room and spend yet another night with that buxom redhead behind the bar.
