After a while, Claire’s knees began to hurt as she circled endlessly under the table, her mouth and hands moving from cock to cock.
“Is it working yet, Kevin?” she ventured, taking a break from sucking Gustav’s dark veiny erection but still with each hand wrapped around a hard dick.
“Er, not yet, Claire,” he replied. “We might need to go a step further.”
Claire, keen to come out from under the table, thought briefly. “How about I come out and we can fuck?” she suggested brightly.
She could hear the men muttering and swearing and maybe even a muffled laugh before Kevin said, “What a great idea.”
Claire hauled herself up from under the table. “Er, right. Who’s first?”
The three men looked at each other before Eddie said, “I’ll have a go!”
He lay back on the table and ordered Claire to hop on top of him. She climbed onto him and slid herself down Eddie’s pole.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s fantastic. You’re such a great fuck,” he moaned, groping her fabulous pale breasts, as she rode him, her hips slowly grinding back and forth.
Gustav was also obviously very keen to join in because he moved behind her and began to finger her arsehole.
“Oh!” she cried, “not up there!” but Gustav forced a finger into her tiny tight bum.
“Claire, you need to keep us satisfied at the same time. You’re going to have to let Gustav into your arse while sucking me off. It’s crucial that we all remain aroused,” Kevin said urgently.
Claire swore but lent forward allowing Eddie to take her weight so that she could part her buttocks with her hands. “Come on then! Hurry up,” she ordered.
Gustav complied pulling out his finger with a pop before thrusting his mid-sized cock into her butt with one slick push.
“Oooooh!” Claire squeaked but managed to find a reasonably comfortable rhythm between the two groaning illusionists.
“Now, Claire! Suck me!” Kevin ordered.
She turned her head to the side and Kevin, grabbing her hair, began to fuck her mouth forcefully, his cock sliding into her throat at every forward thrust.
Although she had had three men inside her simultaneously once before, Claire had never felt quite so full of cock as she did for the next ten minutes as the men under, behind and next to her abused her sweet little holes frantically.
Suddenly, Kevin went still. “I can feel someone. He has a message for you, Claire!”
Claire allowed his cock to fall out of her mouth in amazement. “Who is it?” she gasped.
“His name starts with S. Steve? Er, Simon? Um, Sid? Sam? Seb?” Kevin groped for the correct name.
Claire couldn’t think of anyone who had died and whose name started with S. She had a thought.
“Is it Mr. Sharma?” she asked, wincing at a particularly deep thrust from Gustav up her bum.
“Who? Er, no, hang on. Yes, it’s Mr. Shammie!” Kevin cried.
“You mean Sharma?” Claire asked.
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
Claire couldn’t believe it! Mr. Sharma was an elderly Indian gentleman with whom Claire had worked at a charity shop a few months ago, before he had mysteriously disappeared.
“Mr. Sharma! I didn’t even know you were dead. I thought you ran away with the shop takings! What happened?” Claire said incredulously.
“Erm. He says that it’s too difficult to explain. He wouldn’t want to put you in danger too. He says that he’s got a message for you though,” Kevin said.
“Really? Ooh! Not so hard, Gustav!” Claire said at another mighty butt-thrust before turning her attention back to Kevin. “What’s the message?”
“Mr. Sharma says that you must have sex with the three of us as much as possible. He can’t say why but it’s of the utmost importance to avoid dire consequences. You have to do anything we want!” Kevin finished.
“Wow! Really? Ugh, ack, glug!” she choked as Kevin pushed his cock back into her mouth and began to come plentifully, causing her to cough and gag.
This seemed to trigger the other two as well as she felt them shooting into her vagina and anus respectively, filling her all her holes with rank sticky jism.
Eventually, she managed to swallow all of Kevin’s spunk. As soon as the last mouthful had slipped down, she desperately said, “Mr. Sharma? What do you mean?”
“Sorry, Claire. He’s gone. I lost him when I came,” Kevin replied apologetically.
“Oh, shit,” she said. “Ow!” she screeched as Gustav pulled out her sore bottom.
“Sorry!”
After a pause, she lifted herself off a very satisfied looking Eddie, her mind spinning and spunk slipping down her legs.
Not only had she finally got herself a job, it was an amazing one. On one hand, she got to dress up in wonderful costumes and perform to children which she loved. On the other, she had found out about the amazing world of the supernatural which she found fascinating and exciting.
Fancy, Mr. Sharma coming back from the dead to give her a message! She felt sad that he had passed away but glad that he had thought to warn her. What could he have meant?
“Kevin, what did he mean when he said ‘dire consequences’?” she asked.
Kevin shook his head. “I have no idea, Claire. I just know that whenever I’ve managed to speak to someone from the spirit world, they’ve always been right!”
Claire gasped. She had to fulfil Mr. Sharma’s request!
She looked around at the three panting men.
“Guys, you have to help me! We’ve got to have more sex. As much as we can! I’ll do anything you want, no matter how kinky. Please!” she begged.
The three magicians looked at each other. After a pause, Kevin smiled before answering for them all.
“Don’t worry, Claire. I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out!”