Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page A

beat of the music. Darius slid his hand past the material, his fingers grazing her sensitive folds. He tested her readiness, impaling two fingers into her cunt. His touch flipped a switch on inside of her. She dropped her head back against one man, her eyes only half-mast.
    Tammy needed them to take over, control her, guide her along this path of ecstasy. She was floating, her body radiating burning heat, her pussy flooded with need. As much as she wanted to tell Darius her panties were likely soaked through because she was so aroused, her voice wouldn’t cooperate. They worked some kind of erotic spell on her.
    “You didn’t answer him, baby doll. Are you ready for us?”
    How could she answer Aaron any more than she could Darius? But she didn’t want her silence to signal her unwillingness to continue this sex party. So she pulled the back of his neck down so she could reach his lips. She kissed Aaron with all the energy stored up inside her, like a volcano ready to erupt. It was incomparable to experience more than one man at once, each unique, adding to her overall enjoyment. Aaron’s kiss was gentler than Conall’s but no less addicting.
    Her bra was unfastened and panties tugged down her legs. If anyone ever told her she’d be standing naked with four firefighters in Station 23 she would have laughed herself silly. Tammy had always been insecure about her figure, forever trying to lose ten pounds that didn’t want to go. Now she’d transformed into another woman entirely, only caring about the heights these men could bring her to.
    She heard the distinct sound of a zipper going down. It piqued her interest but also brought out her trepidation. Was she actually going to go through with this? Her mind raced. If she had no plans on saying no, she at least needed to demand they use protection. Which one would actually take her? Would they take turns like some kind of twisted gang bang? She knew she needed to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment. But it wasn’t easy. She’d worked so hard to become an independent, modern working woman.
    They led her to the back of the fire truck they used last night. She knew it was Conall who pushed her forward with a hand to her back because she caught a glimpse of his black tribal tattoos. Tammy heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. Her heart raced. Her pussy demanded to be sated, throbbing with anticipation. But the woman inside craved more than a wild romp, a night of fucking.
    “I don’t need that,” he said to one of the guys. “She’s wet and ripe.” He slid the head of his sheathed cock back and forth over her pussy, distributing her abundance of natural moisture.
    Before she could speak, protest, or question them, Conall impaled her pussy from behind. It only took one eager thrust for him to fill her completely. She yelped and reached for something to grab hold of. The metal under her stomach was cold, but the body behind her, and hands gripping her hips, were warm and comforting.
    “Oh, God, Conall,” she managed to say. Never in her life had she been with a man so well endowed. His cock was thick and hard, filling her to overflowing with so much male heat. The sensation of being sated was instantaneous, but she wanted more. Her clit pulsed, her pussy clamping down around his erection. Knowing the other three men were watching Conall fuck her over the back of the fire truck turned her on in new, wicked ways.
    “Does that feel better, Tammy. Do you like having my dick inside you?”
    “Yes,” she blurted. She wanted to know exactly how talented he was and how high he could bring her. Her other boyfriends failed to keep her satisfied. She began to think something was amiss with her, but it was them. Thanks to one minute with Conall, she knew a man’s size and skill really did make all the difference when it came to sex.
    He began to work her body, pumping his thick shaft in and out. Each thrust of his hips forced her aroused nipples to rub against