The Accidental Groupie

by Matilda Martel

“Thank you. You must be Earl. You won’t believe how much I’ve heard about you.” I chuckled and his eyes widened with fear.

  “Jesus, was he doing it again?”

  “Oh, it’s been wild. How’s your Mom? Has she recovered from her knee surgery?” I struggled to hold in my laugh but when he dug into my ribs and tickled me, we both had a nice laugh at Ash’s expense.

  For the next hour, Earl and I hardly noticed Asher was at the table with us. He was far more charming and unlike his friend, he did not spend his time talking about another man. He wanted to know about my job, about Paris, my travels and after a few more drinks about my favorite sexual positions. I wasn’t typically so risqué with a man I’d just met, but this was the last time I was going to see either of them and I threw caution to the wind. Somewhere between my second and third appletini, I let Earl slide his hand up my short skirt, massaging my thigh while he told me about a very filthy dream he’d had.

  “Have you ever had a threesome before?” He whispered in my ear while nibbling on my earlobe.

  He smelled so good and his breath felt so warm on my skin, I heard myself moan as I answered. “Not with two live men, no. I’ve only ever been with one man, but he would use a dildo every once in a while, to simulate the act.” I smiled to myself, remember the good times, then finished answering. “He wasn’t the type to ever want anyone else in the room.”

  “Honestly, I would prefer you all to myself, but I have a feeling Asher will insist on tagging along.” We both turned to look at him and he took that as his cue to move in closer, not wanting to miss out on the action.

  I’m not going to lie, it was an odd but titillating experience being fondled by two attractive men at the same time. While Earl squeezed my ass, caressed my thigh, and kissed me on the lips with wild abandon, Asher trailed slow kisses on my shoulders and back. I had no idea we were making such a spectacle but in this day and age I should have known people would be taking photos with their fucking phones. Oblivious to the world around us, when things began to get too heavy, we rushed to the limo and then to my hotel room.

  Chapter 4

  THREESOME

  “Jesus Christ, hold on.” After getting wound up in the limo, Earl was in no mood to wait a second more. While Asher busied himself looking at the room service menu, Earl flipped me over on the bed, peeled off my panties and dove face first into my crotch.

  “Fuck, you taste so good…” Pushing my skirt up and tossing my thighs over his broad shoulders, he licked a slow lined down the slit of my outrageously wet pussy.

  I didn’t expect him to be so good. He was 24 and I’d been told young guys sucked at this, but he was halfway decent. Tracing his tongue back and forth, he latched on to my clit with masterful precision. Humming and suckling while he penetrated me with his fingers, I shrieked in a frenzy of lust as my mind became crippled with unbelievable ecstasy.

  “Cum for me, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. Cum on my tongue.” Stabbing me deep, he brought my ass off the mattress and showed me no mercy. Wailing and thrashing as the onslaught of power convulsions overtook my limbs, I felt every inch of my body surge with wild, savage energy. When he went back to maniacally rubbing my clit, I howled violently and lost all control, pulling his shaggy hair before finally giving into the mind-bending release that pulsed through me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, I gotta have you.” Earl tore off his sweater and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall on the floor. When he slid down his boxers, I jumped forward to get a look at the stiff erection jutting out towards me—and well, it was okay. He was probably a decent size. I’m guessing he was close to 8 inches, but when you’re used to 11, everything looks small. I was ruined.

  As he crawled up on the bed next me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me to him, Asher made an unwelcome appearance. Growling with displeasure, Earl pushed him away and covered me with his body.

  “Not now, Ash. You can watch.” He scowled as he captured my lips and forced my mouth open with his tongue.

  Asher was not going to sit this one out. “No way, she’s only here because of me.”

  Caught in the middle of some weird male catfight, I had to end it so I could just get this odd threesome over with, have a few orgasms and go home. Taking the initiative, I sat up, pushing Earl off of me and commanded Asher to eat me out while I went down on Earl. Still thinking he might be gay, I thought that would turn him off and he’d find some excuse to get lost, but my bossiness just got him worked up.

  As it turned out, Asher wasn’t gay—maybe not even close. In fact, Asher may have loved pussy more than Earl. Sliding down between my legs, he pushed my knees up to my chest and sank his hot mouth deep in my gushing snatch. He was ravenous, voraciously eating me out like he’d been fasting for weeks and I watched helplessly as his mouth brought me to heights only Armand’s huge cock had ever reached. Flicking my clit with his tongue at an inhuman speed, I struggled to focus on Earl, who was still waiting for me to go down on him.

  Trembling as I gripped his cock and slid it into my mouth, I was suddenly seized by a shock of blistering, blissful pleasure that built up into a tight, scorching tension requiring an unfathomable release. Only one thing could possibly come next—I was about to have a very messy orgasm. I’d had them before with Armand, but I didn’t really want to have it here, with them—it was too personal, too porno.

  Releasing Earl, I screamed for mercy. “Ash, no! Stop, please! It’s too much! It’s too strong!”

  Smarter than he looked, he knew what I meant and refused to let me get away with robbing him of his prize. Reaching up and licking my nipples, he shoved three fingers insides me and pumped hard until I was screaming in an explosion of orgasmic spasms and squirted cum all over his chest. Stunned by the sight before them, both men scrambled to clean me up, pushing each other out of the way while I fought to regain control on my senses.

  Hoarse from screaming, I motioned for Asher to come closer. He’d won, he deserved to go first. Since I didn’t care about either of them, performance was all I had to judge them on.

  Asher wasted no time. While he kissed down the slope of my neck, caressing each curve with loving attention, he seductively asked me to help him get his boxers off. Pulling me over to straddle his hips, I kneeled over his average-sized cock, roughly the same size as Earl’s, and slid down like a fucking pro. It was so much easier to handle than Armand’s-- not quite as enjoyable, but I felt such a sense of accomplishment. Gyrating my hips with ease, I surprised him by grinding hard and fast, lifting my legs into a squat and bouncing up and down on him until he thought he might lose his voice from groaning non-stop. Reaching up to hold my tits, he begged me to slow down.

  “Baby, please, I don’t want to come yet! You feel so fucking good. Yours is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.” As he gripped my waist to slow me down, I noticed his expression change. “Earl, get the fuck away!”

  I was being swarmed. Earl wanted in and he wasn’t going to wait his turn.

  “Relax, Asher.” Stroking my hair and pulling my face over to kiss me, he asked if he could join in.

  “You said you’ve done this with toys, do you want to try it for real?”

  Smiling with lust and curiosity, I was caught up in the moment and for some reason, I nodded. I wasn’t thinking clearly, but a part of me really wanted to see what it felt like.

  “Of fuck, Liana, now you’re really going to cum.” Lathering up his cock with spit, Earl slowly pushed it into my ass, sliding in inch by inch as my heart raced and my mouth watered from the sweet agony of having two cocks in me at once. When he was halfway in, Ash lost his patience and began thrusting from below. Refusing to be outdone, Earl rode me from above until they both built up a rhythm where one would exit while the other entered. They were relentless, ramming into me with passionate strokes until they rocked my body into a lust-soaked haze, shivering and convulsing uncontrollably as another climax consumed me.

  “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I can’t believe I
came with two cocks in me. Keep fucking me.” I wailed as their speed increased and became more frantic. They were both holding me tightly, suckling on my nipples and stroking my clit. I was afraid I would go mad with pleasure. As they neared their release, they thrust so fast they began bumping into each other inside me and every time they did, my pussy clenched against them, making me tumble fast into yet another orgasm. Shrieking with uncontrollable ecstasy, I fell forward on Asher’s chest screaming with soul-shivering contentment as I spasmed wildly on both their cocks. They were so turned on, they came seconds later, erupting with such intensity they were left gasping for air. As I lay in between them, staring at the ceiling and trying to comprehend why I had done what I had just done, I suddenly heard something I was not expecting—I love yous, from both of them. What the fuck?

  Chapter 5

  WALK OF SHAME

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You hardly know me.” I squirmed away from both of them and rushed into the bathroom. I could hear them arguing outside the door. Asher insisted he knew me, and it was Earl who didn’t.

  “Come on, Liana. I’ve known you since you were in 10-years-old. I’m not asking you to run off and marry me. I’d just like to start seeing you.” Ash was knocking politely, but I jumped in the shower and washed all remnants of both of them off of me. This was supposed to be fun and all night they’d given me one complication after another.

  “I know we just met, but I think you’re awesome. I think we could have something—the three of us.” Earl’s voice vibrated through the door while I toweled off. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I wrapped myself in a robe and searched the vanity for my purse. These idiots made me want to go home to Paris and beg Armand for his forgiveness. Now I’d have to confess because he confessed. But technically, I hadn’t cheated on him, so did I really have to tell him about this?

  While powering up my phone, messages from Elliott, my manager and my publicist started pouring in. There were 6 voicemails and 18 text messages, all indicating something was happening on social media. Freaking out, I jumped on everything, thumbing through my accounts at lightning speed and there it was—no, there we were, making out for all the world to see. #LianaLetoJupiterGroupie and #JupiterSandwich were trending big and multiple photos had gone viral. I don’t know which was more offensive, the groupie or the sandwich. Feeling the blood drain from my head, I fell to floor and screamed for Asher.

  “What? What happened? Are you hurt?” He rushed in and helped me up.

  Hysterically crying, I showed him my phone, scrolling through the photos and hashtags, which had increased in the last few minutes.

  “You said it was a private party! No photos! What the fuck?!”

  “Jesus, I am so sorry. You’re not a groupie, that’s a stupid thing to say, but we did all sleep together. I’m sorry people know if you don’t want them to—does this hurt your career?” He sat next to me on the bed while Earl stood close by, trying to figure out what was happening.

  Thinking about my career and what something like this would do, I shook my head. “No, but I’ll die if my ex finds out. I have to go. I need you both to leave, please. I have to pack and change hotels and then I need to get back to Paris.”

  “Why Paris? I thought you left him?” Earl kneeled in front of me and took my hand, prompting Asher to hand him my phone.

  “Oh fuck, who took these?” He stood and started scrolling furiously. “I’m so fucking sorry, this is shitty, but I still don’t know why you’re going to Paris.”

  Exhaling slowly, I stood and said my peace. “I’ve enjoyed our time together and wish you both well, but I need to move on now. This has gone terribly wrong. I would like to get the hell out of this city, out of this country and just go home to Paris.”

  “You’re not French!” They both interrupted.

  “I never said I was, but that’s where I live and if the man I still love will forgive me, I am going to beg for his forgiveness and try to repair my broken relationship. Thank you both for coming over. Asher, it was nice seeing you again. Earl, it was nice meeting you. Please, please let me be and let me pack in peace.” I walked back into the restroom and waited for them to leave. I waited so long I fell asleep on the bath mat and Asher eventually carried me back to bed.

  By late morning, I was livid. Both were still in my hotel, Elliott was hiding, and Armand had stopped texting. Checking out of my room, I rushed downstairs and hauled my luggage down the street to catch a cab. The last thing I wanted to do was hang out in the lobby with Ash and Earl drawing more attention to myself. After spotting tawdry photos of me in a few tabloid rags, I caught a cab and headed for The Lowell. Only Maura, my manager knew where I was transferring, and she was already working on getting me a flight back to Paris for the next morning. Gazing at my phone, cringing at all the texts coming in from Asher and a couple from Earl, I started fearing that maybe Armand had seen some of those pics. He generally stayed away from social media, but he may have been on the lookout for me. He’d stopped texting yesterday evening—maybe things were really over now. Sitting in the backseat of that cab, clutching my diamond pendant and thinking about his beautiful blue eyes, my heart ached to go home. I could live to be an old old lady and I’ll never love anyone like him again. Why didn’t I just stay in Paris and let him explain things more? Why did I have to listen to Elliot? No, I was the idiot. I wanted revenge and now I just want to go home. I just want Armand.

  Arriving at the hotel, I took my bags and trudged along sadly up the sidewalk into lobby. It was nice and quiet. Most of the people buzzing around me were staff and there was only one another guest nearby—a very tall man in a very expensive suit.

  “Armand?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I fought to keep my lip from quivering.

  “Oh, my beautiful doe, look at you! Come here!” Rushing over, the most beautiful man in the world wrapped his powerful arms around me and urged me not to cry.

  “Oh baby! I’m so sorry! I’ve missed you so much. How did you know I’d be here?” Dropping everything in my hands, I melted into him and inhaled his musky scent. I wanted to stay there forever.

  “I called Maura as soon as I landed.” He pulled me away from him slightly and glared down at me. “After I saw your little pictures. You had a busy night last night, my love. Let’s go upstairs. I got us a better room.”

  Standing next to him in the elevator, gazing up at him with a mix of fear and remorse, I tried to talk my way out of it. “I didn’t technically cheat on you, baby. We were already broken up.”

  He narrowed his eyes when we reached the top floor and walked me to our room. “I don’t believe I accepted your resignation, so technically, you did.”

  “Baby! That’s not a thing!” I strolled into the giant suite and played coy. “Yours was way worse, Armand.”

  “How so? You were with two men, Liana.” He threw off his jacket and helped me out of my coat.

  “But I didn’t enjoy it!” Whining with a small degree of petulance, I tried to hug him. “Baby! They were so small! And I thought you wanted me to have more experiences.” I reached out and fondled the huge bulge in his pants, chewing my lip with anticipation.

  Stunned that I would suggest he encouraged me into a menage a trois, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

  “Baby! What are you doing?”

  I knew what he was doing. I was getting spanked and with this kind of infraction, my ass going to be sore for days. Taking me into the bedroom, Armand roughly undressed me, flipped me over his knee and spanked me so hard, I was certain the next room heard me scream.

  “Baby! That hurt!”

  “I was worried sick, and you were having sex with two men, Liana?” The second swat was as hard as the first.

  “You broke my heart! You cheated on me!” I tried to squirm away, but he spanked me again.

  “I’m sorry about Veronique. You know I am. I love you and only you. You didn’t need to be childish and sleep with two people.” Another blow to my as
s made me squeak in defeat.

  Hanging off his lap quietly, I sighed with remorse. “I didn’t want to love you anymore. I thought you were going to end up being just like my father.”

  That insult was too great. Flipping me back on the bed, he crawled over me and finished peeling off his shirt. “Don’t compare me to your father. I will never be like your father. These past three days have been miserable without you. This morning was agony. Not because you slept with someone else, but because until I saw the look on your face downstairs, I thought I’d lost you for good. You’re going to have to forgive me, Liana, because I can’t live without you.”

  “Do you forgive me?” I caressed his face, going over every angle with my finger. I was so in love with him. How could I think I could live without him?

  “I do, I have no choice. I love you more than anything in the world and I know you only did it to pay me back.”

  “I didn’t just do it to…” He held his finger to my lips.

  “We’re going to just leave it there. You did it to pay me back.” He nodded until I nodded in unison.

  “It was horrible. I hated every minute of it.” I pouted flirtatiously hoping we could move on.

  “I forgive you, my angel, but you’re still going to have to be thoroughly punished. And since you seem to enjoy two dicks at once, I brought along the present you never got to use.”

  “Baby! You carried it in your luggage? What if you got searched?”

  Grabbing his discarded tie, he dragged me to the top of the bed, placed me on all fours and tied my wrists to the headboard. Slapping my ass again, I heard him walk away to grab something from his luggage.

  “What are you doing? You said you forgave me? I’m still mad at you too Armand.”

  “No, you’re not. You don’t get to be mad at me anymore.” Spanking me again and again, I shrieked in pain until I felt him pouring oil down my ass. Titillated but frightened, I tried to set some ground rules.