Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  Cynthia’s eyes were fixated on Trent so greatly, that she didn’t even notice the body moving up behind her, until she felt warm flesh kissing her neck and strong arms curbing around her body.

  Her heart began to beat and immediately, her breasts began to tingle with animalistic anticipation, but she wasn’t sure if the sensation she felt was due to fear or genuine allure.

  The hands surrounding her then continued the task of unbuttoning her shirt, while the other man moved over to her and kissed her lips in an immediately sensual way. His lips tasted fresh and intriguing against her own while his tongue skillfully thrust into her mouth and caressed her with the same strength and overpowering demeanor as the rest of his body possessed.

  Immediately, Cynthia felt her body temperature begin to heat up, but as Mr. Rossini held her close and carefully peeled her shirt back, exposing her chest and stomach, a chill ran through her and she groaned, while James took this opportunity to curl his own strong, masculine hands around her bodice and lightly curve his way up, towards her breasts. His touch was just rough enough to be manly, without making it uncomfortable and when his hands found her bra, he quickly removed it and pressed his hands against her breasts.

  Once her shirt was removed, Mr. Rossini’s arms moved around towards her pelvis and he pressed carefully against the summit between her legs. Even through the clothes, the pressure and warmth of his hands, along with the titillate sensation she experienced as James grasped her breasts in his hands and held them out, so that the pads of his thumbs could graze over her nipples, instantly making them hard, caused Cynthia to thrust her head back on the Mr. Rossini’s shoulder and gasp at the extreme buildup of sensations she felt.

  “Shhh…” She heard him whisper in her ear, as his hot breath danced upon her cheek, before she felt herself get brought back, onto the bed, placed between Mr. Rossini’s legs, pressing against his bare manhood. As soon as he touched the nakedness of her back, she felt him pulse against her.

  James didn’t stop fondling her until Mr. Rossini was able to take over, rubbing her nipple with his

  James then slowly moved his hands down her body, until he reached her jeans. He moved to pull them off of her and she flinched, more out of excitement than nervousness, but nonetheless, she immediately felt Mr. Rossini tighten his hold on her, with one hand remaining on her breast, while the other brought her neck back and tilted her head so that he could immerse her in a deep, moist, passionate kiss, while James removed her pants.

  Once she was naked, his and came off of her breast, leaving her now completely erect nipples feeling unsatisfied enough that her hand wavered to catch his, but instead, he grasped her wrist and with a slight amount of force, put her hand on his staff, which grew in her hand the second that she touched it.

  As she massaged him, trying to do well for the position that she was in, he returned to stroking her bosom, just as she felt hands spread her legs apart with intent, before a face plunged into her already moist, heated flesh.

  ***

  His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.

  The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.

  She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.

  Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.

  However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her to breathe and scream, before sucking in a deep breath which hurt her parched lungs.

  “Oh God…” She moaned as her body wriggled around with a sense of uncontrollable excitement.

  Then, before she could get too out of control, James pulled back and she felt Mr. Rossini’s breath in her ear again as he grasped her hair and pulled it back, “Don’t you dare cum yet…We are far from finished with you...”

  When the pressure released, she thought that she would calm down a little, but her body remained as primed as ever as Mr. Rossini lay down on the bed and pushed her face down, into his engorged manhood into her mouth.

  As it filled her throat, she met it with a moan, before immediately pulling up, before moving straight back down. When she did this, she felt it pulse and reverberate inside of her, while he groaned with excitement. She pulled up again and James came up behind her as she sat propped on all fours. She felt his presence only moments before she felt him insert his two fingers into her, while helping to thrust the pressure by placing his other hand on the lower part of her back and pulsing down.

  Once again, she screamed with pleasure and a coursing sense of moist, delicious excitement, but the thick, slick rod that she had between her lips muted the sound.

  The two of them continued to insert themselves into her for a few more moments, before Mr. Rossini pulled himself out of her and even though she pawed at him, he pulled her up towards her and while James repositioned himself on the bed, Mr. Rossini smiled at her and said, “We are about to make you explode,” before he moved off of her and Cynthia’s eyes flashed over to James, who smirked at her and motioned for her to get on top of him.

  For the first time since they started this adventure, she paused, but the thumping in her vaginal area that seemed to call out to his throbbing shaft, which protruded out welcomingly did not allow her to think for very much longer.

  She also didn’t dare turn around, even for a moment, because she couldn’t bear the thought of what Trent must be thinking at this moment.

  So, in an effort to keep her promise to her husband that she would try her best to please his bosses and also please herself in the process, no matter what, she took the invitation and willingly mounted James.

  ***

  As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.

  The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.

  Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.

  With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.

  As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement forced the air from her lungs again.

  The three of them were burning hot and as they began to fall into a lovemaking cadence, which enticed their bodies incredibly well, Cynthia felt her whole body become wet as what she hoped to be the final buildup began.

  As the lovemaking continued and her breath stayed rapid, while she was consumed not only between them, but also in her own state of euphoria, she felt her climax reaching a critical level. Every breath she exhaled was either accompanied by a moan or a scream, which was met with two other similar sounds of pleasure.

  The ability to scream aloud as the peak of her excitement grew closer was a luxury that she now appreciated as her body writhed uncontrollably between them.

  Yet, the more she struggled, with her the deeper they penetrated her and the louder her gasp
s for air and screams became.

  The pleasure that she was receiving from them was almost painful and as her heart beat ferociously in her chest, she wondered if the approaching orgasm would come with death, because that was almost how good it hurt her.

  As the two of them groaned and moaned with a sense of excitement, she first felt Mr. Rossini’s exclamation of deliverance, just before one last shudder caused him to release and he stiffened with the feeling of its throbbing discharge. The feeling of the warm flood of manhood only intensified her excitement as Mr. Rossini pulled her back into him and held her securely, while his hands forced her hips back and forth across him slowly as he finished, while James took charge of his own rhythm, intensifying his thrusts until she felt him fill her moistened peach with the great nectar of his manhood.

  While the two men flowed, Cynthia lost complete control of herself. She thrust her body back and forth, countering their movements in quick succession, clenching onto James’ shoulders with desperation to finally have the ability to finish. As she coursed back and forth with something that was almost fury, she brought on a heated, cataclysmic response, as her own sensation took her breath from her. She groaned as she pulsated back and forth, feeling the two of them careening into her with her own, crazed rhythm until finally, she felt her body explode in a dizzying, blinding array of ecstasy.

  When she was finished, she felt the two men surrounding her, as her body throbbed with spasms of pleasure that tightened around both of the men.

  Then, once they were satisfied, Mr. Rossini eased his way out of her, before she lifted herself off of James and the three of them collapsed on the bed.

  The moment was so intense, that Cynthia had completely forgot that Trent was still there, but when the thought of him came into her mind, she sat up quickly and stared at him.

  He held his own staff of life in his hand still, with his hand in his pants and a strange expression on his face.

  While seeing him made Cynthia horny all over again, since he was truly the man that she wanted throughout the entirety of her life, she could not immediately tell what he was thinking, even from his position or expression.

  She moved towards him and he stood up to greet her. When she hugged him and batted her eyes at him, still completely naked, but otherwise ignoring that she was covered in an array of lovemaking moisture, he asked her simply, “Are you okay?”

  She smiled with a wild look in her eye and nodded. Then, she let her eyes wander down to his pants, before rolling over to the bed as she inquired, “Did you like that?”

  It took her a moment to turn back to face him, but when she did, she saw a large smile crossing his face and his eyes were giddy; “I did.” He answered.

  “Good…” She said, giving him a suggestive look and replied, “Because I can’t wait to do it again…but first,” she smiled, “I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even imagine!”

  With that, they shared a passionate kiss and Cynthia knew that this was the start of a whole new life for her and her husband. She would always be faithful to him, but from this moment on, she knew that neither one of them could stand the idea of being completely monogamous.

  When they pulled away, she smiled at him and shrugged, before shifting her eyes between him and his bosses, “See…I told you I would do anything for you.”

  Trent’s eyes grew to have the same wild sense that hers did and he sneered.

  She returned the gaze and through curled lips, she answered, “And the best thing is, I’m just getting started

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 49

  Chapter One

  Tara and Frank sat at the breakfast table after having a rousing morning of fun. Frank was still laughing to himself at how he got so lucky to have such a gorgeous wife, feeling like she was the perfect woman. Her entire body was sexy but it was her goofy mind that he loved the most and how she made him smile even when he wasn’t feeling like it just by being there. He knew he wasn’t ugly but he didn’t feel like he was supermodel hot either and just trusted that she seen him as handsome and it felt weird to him, having not trusted many people in his life and now was letting someone that close to him. They held hands, hoping that would be the time but both of them were also fearful as they’d sat at that very table with the same hope so many times and didn’t want to be crushed again. Frank caught Tara looking over at a spot where a third person would sit and sighed, knowing she wanted a baby more than anything. He ate his breakfast thinking to himself about how fun it would be to throw a baseball back and forth with a son or even have a tea party with his daughter, he didn’t care if anyone seen him.

  “So, uh, I got us appointments at the doctor’s office to get us checked out.” Tara said with a tone as soft as the expression in her eyes.

  “For what?” Frank asked, his face scrunching up with confusion as he spoke.

  “To see if… ya know… we might not be able to?” Tara said and as she spoke Frank saw the pain it caused her to even utter that and felt a spike of powerlessness and frustration, causing him to sigh as he looked back at his wife softly, running his thumb along the top of hers, “We already did the tests, now we need to go see the results.”

  “There’s nothin’ wrong with us, honey, we just gotta keep tryin’ at it. I mean, we’ve only been tryin’ for a few months, babe. How, how do we know we’re hittin’ it the right time?” Frank asked, not liking the prospect of either of them possibly having… faulty equipment, “The test’s weren’t the scary parts.”

  “Because we do it like all the time. We even…” Tara started saying but Frank threw his hands up and shook his head and stood up.

  “That was a mistake.” Frank said sternly as he looked over at Tara seriously, “We had a lot too much to drink that night.”

  “It felt good to me.” Tara said with a grin.

  “Babe I look like I fucked something to death!” Frank replied wide eyed, causing Tara to bust out laughing, which in turn, caused Frank to grin.

  “Well, we need to figure this out.” Tara said a bit more sternly than before, “My appointment is in an hour so we should get heading out and yours is a half hour after that.”

  Frank nodded and got ready to leave as Tara walked off to do the same. Frank stood at the doorway waiting for Tara to get ready, having just stood up and walked over from the table while Tara walked off to the bathroom. Frank looked outside through one of the three small windows in the doorframe over at a woman pushing a stroller across a street and grimaced, feeling almost as though the universe itself was taunting him. He heard Tara’s footsteps approaching him and turned around to find her trying to sneak up on him with a grin on her face.

  “Rah!” She said when he turned around, “Got ya.”

  “Yeah, ya got me.” Frank said with a smile on his face before Tara gave him a kiss and wrapped her arms around him, pressing into him as she hung off his shoulders

  “We should get going.” Tara said as she pulled away and opened the door, noticing the woman pushing her kid down the sidewalk by this point, “Aww…”

  Frank looked over at the woman and smiled at Tara as they walked over to the car door but felt somewhat bad inside, almost like he’d failed to give her that life. He stifled a sigh as they got into the car and put their seat belts on before Frank started up the car as if nothing was bothering him. They listened to songs on the radio the whole way there yet it seemed as if every song was either about getting broken up with or getting revenge on someone’s ex and it made Frank worry that Tara might leave him. He drove with one hand and reached over and went to grab Tara’s hand but she grabbed a water bottle in the center console and took a drink.

  “Were you thirsty?” Tara asked as she held the bottle out.

  “Yeah, just a little bit though.” Frank replied, taking the bottle out of her hands before he took a drink from it yet made sure to keep his eye on the road; Frank put the bottle down and Tara
put the cap back on it before she grabbed his hand.

  Frank genuinely smiled as they drove hand in hand to the doctor’s office wishing the moment would go on for longer, but they were pulling up on the office. Frank didn’t let go of Tara’s hand the entire time and parked with one hand before he pulled her hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. Tara smiled, almost blushing, but Frank knew she liked it, especially when she pulled in and gave him a big kiss on the lips for it. They got out and walked to the back of the car to meet each other before they walked through the parking lot only a few steps before their hands interlocked again.

  “Hello, how may I help you?” The nurse at the desk asked as they walked in.

  “We’re here for an appointment in a few minutes.” Tara said, causing Frank looked at the clock thinking it would be close to an hour and was astonished to find out that they only had twenty minutes or so before Tara’s appointment, “I think our clocks are off.”

  “I did kinda put-put my way down here though.” Frank said with a grin on his face, “What it was a good time?”

  “Mrs. Davis?” A nurse said as she opened a doorway to the back, eyeing around to find them and smiled as she seen Tara and Frank, “Hi, you two.”