by Ana Vela
She sucked at the soft skin of Parker Willis’s fat shaft, swirling her tongue beneath his foreskin and probing at the small slit in the crown of his cock. His skin tasted of mint and salt. Anastasia drew him further into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Parker’s hand tightened in her hair, but his voice didn’t waver in the slightest. He was all about control.
“Both, actually. I was surprised to see you’d brought someone with you, so I figured there must be something going on between the two of you.”
Robert’s hand smoothed the tablecloth idly. “I brought her along because she’s got a quick mind and she wants to learn the business. The fact that we’re fucking has very little to do with it.”
“I like you, Benning.” Parker chuckled. “You’re a straight-shooter. I get a lot of smoke blown up my ass. But you go after what you want and you’re willing to do whatever you have to do get it. I respect that.”
“I appreciate that. But this was completely Anastasia’s decision. You want to talk about going after what she wants?” Robert shook his head, his smile fond. “Ten months ago she was a dewy eyed intern fresh off the farm.”
Anastasia felt Parker’s cock surge in her mouth and knew he liked the thought of her descent into debauchery. “Really. Well, I find that intriguing. I hardly think they teach this caliber of cocksucking down on the ranch, do they?” He patted her head. “How about it, Miss Nabokov? Where’d you learn to be such a delightful slut?”
She pulled off him with a wet slurp. “A good friend who showed me I don’t have to be afraid of what I like. The rest is easy.” To emphasize her point she swallowed all eight rock hard inches of his saliva slick cock, working him into her throat and squeezing him with the muscles there.
“Fuck.” The exclamation was low and intense. Parker’s hips rose off the chair, thrusting himself hard into her rippling throat.
“Anastasia is a very talented woman in a lot of areas, as you can see.” It was Robert’s turn to chuckle. He’d been on the receiving end of Anastasia’s oral ministrations enough to know how incredibly hot, wet and wonderful her mouth felt working over Parker Willis’s cock.
“Are you folks interested in some--” The waiter trailed off with a strangled gasp as his eyes dropped to Parker’s lap and the back of Anastasia’s bobbing head. The stunned man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed audibly. “Mr. Willis!” he hissed. “You can’t...”
His voice faded. Anastasia knew this stranger’s eyes were on her as she stroked and sucked Parker’s throbbing cock. She moaned around her mouthful of rigid dick flesh. Parker clenched his jaw. “Can’t what, kid? Get my knob polished by a lovely, willing little slut to work up my appetite for dessert? Fuck off. I’ll spread her across the table and screw her on top of the grilled swordfish entree if I want.”
“The other patrons...” the waiter offered half-heartedly. His voice was gruff. He cleared his throat. “They’ll call the police. This is illegal.” He watched as Anastasia once again sank all the way down on Parker’s stiff cock and swallowed around him. “I think...”
Parker’s breathing was beginning to grow uneven as Anastasia snaked a hand into his slacks to massage the soft weight of his balls. She drew them out too, pushing his prick up toward his belly and running the tip of her tongue down the length of his shaft until she reached the wrinkled surface of his sack. She stared into the the waiter’s flushed, uncomfortable face as she sucked each ball into her mouth and rolled it on her tongue.
“If the cops get called, I’ll handle it.” Parker yanked on Anastasia’s hair, urging her mouth back to his cock. “Better hurry up, sweetheart. The natives are getting restless. Besides,” he leered at her, “I want to see that pretty pink tongue coated with my spunk.”
“Why don’t you go get us three pieces of the Key Lime pie and three coffees?” Robert asked the waiter with a pointed look. The man looked momentarily torn but scurried away with a quick nod. Robert turned his attention to Parker. “Aren’t you worried about bad publicity at least? What if someone takes a cell phone photo?”
Parker shrugged, using both hands to control the pace of Anastasia’s bobbing head now. He pushed her down and pulled her back up with increasing determination. “They can’t see her face. And there’s really nothing it could do to me. You’ve heard the phrase ‘too big to fail’, I know.” Parker’s grin was wide and wicked as he slammed his cock into Anastasia’s throat.
She relinquished her grip on his shaft, clutching at his thighs and allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, brutal thrusts. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks and endlessly flicking and curling her tongue around his head and shaft as he drove between her lips.
Robert’s brows rose in response to Parker’s casual dismissal of any repercussions for his actions. Then again, as one of the government’s biggest contractors, Parker was probably right that a little public lewdness, or whatever this would be classified, could do very little harm to his business or reputation. He turned his attention to the erotic sight of Anastasia’s red lips stretched wide around Parker Willis’s glistening cock.
Her eyes were closed as the billionaire’s paced increased. Robert knew that look. Anastasia was enjoying the sensation of a rock hard shaft gliding along her tongue. Beneath the tablecloth, he imagined her thighs were flexing in an attempt to provide her pussy with the friction he knew she’d be craving. Sucking cock got her so hot she usually climbed on him the minute he was ready again and fucked herself silly with his hard dick.
“Goddamn,” Parker moaned, his fingers buried in Anastasia’s hopelessly mussed hair. He was grunting softly now as he flexed his hips and slid his cock in and out of her slick, hot mouth. “You are one talented little cocksucker, Miss Nabokov. A real sweet throated little whore. I am going to enjoy these next two months immensely.”
Robert had given up all pretense of not being turned on by the sight and was slowly stroking his own erection through the fabric of his pants. “Suck him, baby,” he murmured encouragingly to Anastasia, joining in on the depraved scene wholeheartedly. “Show him how much you love a mouthful of cock.”
Anastasia whimpered at the dirty words, slurping frantically at Parker’s swollen flesh. Her lips formed a tight ring around his thick shaft, providing gliding, even suction along the 8 inch length, and her tongue worked feverishly over his broad crown, lapping and caressing. She stared up at Willis with pleading eyes, tearing her mouth away briefly to moan, “Cum on my tongue, Parker. Give it to me. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream.”
Parker shoved her back down, ramming his cock into the back of her throat as his prick began to pulse. She swallowed the first few spurts of warm semen that splashed down her gullet before drawing slowly back to take the next few jets on her tongue. Her hands slid back to his shaft, curling around the fat pole to squeeze and stroke, milking him for every drop of sticky cum.
Some of it trickled down her throat, but Anastasia held it in a pool on her tongue as Parker’s cock jerked and twitched between her lips. When the last few squirts dribbled out, she pulled off of his cock and opened her mouth, showing both men the thick coating of whitish liquid on her tongue, before she swallowed. She bent back to Parker’s cock and licked delicately at it, cleaning away the last few traces of his seed.
“I think I’ve had my dessert.” Anastasia grinned as she tucked his softening cock back inside his slacks and waited for him to release her hair. “But I won’t say no to that coffee.”
Parker relinquished his hold on her to do up his pants. When the waiter returned with their desserts, Anastasia was once again sitting in the booth, attempting to smooth her rumpled hairdo. The server looked both relieved and slightly crestfallen. “Will there be anything else?”
“Just the check, please,” Robert replied, adding sugar to his mug of black coffee. He sipped at the steaming drink and quirked his brows at Parker. “So, have we got a deal?”
The dark-eyed billionaire grinned. “Send me the
paperwork tomorrow and we’ll make it official.”
Robert couldn’t resist bumping his fist on the table in triumph. “Yes.”
Both Anastasia and Parker chuckled. Parker’s dark eyes roamed Anastasia’s flushed face and swollen lips. “Now, what do you say we celebrate?”
Anastasia’s pussy clenched at the low, insinuating tone. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” Parker drawled, swirling his coffee. “Clearly Robby here needs a bit of release.” He nodded, indicating the obvious bulge in Robert’s pants. Anastasia slid her hand over it. Parker snorted. “And I can’t wait to try out another one of Miss Nabokov’s sweet little holes. What do you say we sojourn to my place? Have a few drinks.” He directed this at Robert, who was already nodding.
“I think that sounds like a great idea.”
“A pity there’s only two of us.” Parker tapped a broad finger against his lips and eyed Anastasia hungrily. “I do so want to see you full of cock and covered with cum.”
Her blood bubbled at the picture he painted. Anastasia grinned and fished her cell phone from her purse. “I know just the man to call.”
***
If Anastasia had had any doubts that Parker Willis had a bit of the exhibitionist in him, his penthouse apartment cured them in an instant. The floor plan was completely open with only furniture, art installations or half-walls serving to delineate between dining room, kitchen and living room areas. And all the outer walls were floor to ceiling glass. The lighting even seemed intended to highlight certain spots, like the couch and the dining table, like miniature spotlights.
Parker gave Anastasia and Robert a quick tour, pointing out his prized possessions. He was insanely into gadgets. Anastasia supposed that made sense, considering he’d made all his money in technological advances. Everything he owned was beyond state-of-the-art. Anastasia bit her lip as Willis showed them his bedroom. There, too, the windows were floor to ceiling without a curtain in sight.
She was a little surprised there weren’t windows in the bathroom as well when she peeked in there, but the focal point of the tiled room was the enormous shower with its crystal clear glass walls. Parker Willis apparently didn’t believe in hiding anything.
“How about those drinks?” He led them back to the living room area and poured them each a whisky. Anastasia wasn’t a big whisky drinker but she sipped the expensive liquor politely. It burned as it trickled down her throat, blooming into a belly full of heat. The sensation was pleasant and relaxing. She leaned back into the soft cushions of the lush couch.
Robert and Parker made small talk for a few minutes while Anastasia studied the two men. They were similar in some ways, both intense and dedicated to their work, and yet so different in others. Though Robert could get caught up in his job and be cutthroat about business matters, underneath he was a genuinely nice person.
Anastasia wasn’t so sure the same could be said for Parker Willis. Granted, she’d only just begun to get to know him, but his arrogance and air of superiority seemed to border on narcissism. She reminded herself what she and Robert were getting out of this deal. She could put up with his self-centered desires for two months. Willis didn’t seem interested in hurting her.
And in fact, if she was being honest, the incident in the restaurant had turned her on. Parker lifted the mostly full glass from her hand and set it aside. Anastasia blinked out of her reverie as he tugged her to her feet and pulled her over to stand in front of him. Robert sat beside Parker, blue eyes watching her over the rim of his glass as the billionaire positioned her between his knees.
“Take off the dress,” Parker ordered. He leaned back into the couch, stretching his arms above his head.
Anastasia reached for the hem with both hands, slowly lifting it above her thighs. She teased them both, turning slightly to the side to show Robert the soft curve of her ass encased in the sheer white lace.
Both men’s gazes were riveted to her. Her heart pounded and adrenaline pulsed through her veins as their eyes roved her body. The attention was intoxicating, more heady than the Scotch to her. Her fingertips grazed the smooth, trembling skin of her belly as she dragged the dress up, skimming it over her head and dropping it to the floor.
“She has an incredible body, doesn’t she?” Robert spoke to Parker, his voice rough. Anastasia could hear both the lust and pride in his tone. She shivered, her nipples tightening.
Parker shrugged, as if it didn’t much matter to him, but his eyes were hot on Anastasia’s breasts. “The bra and panties, too.”
Anastasia crossed one arm over her chest to hold the garment up as she reached back to undo the hooks. She lowered the straps the slightest bit and then shrugged them the rest of the way down. Both men’s eyes followed the thin ribbons as they fell to her elbows. It was a move she’d learned from Victoria. She’d always found it incredibly erotic when the busty redhead did it.
Apparently, it worked even with her less ample endowments. Anastasia licked her lips and then bit the lower one as she slid the bra completely off, revealing the high, firm mounds of her breasts topped with the small pink buds of her nipples. They were already stiff and aching.
The scrap of white lace joined her dress in a heap on the floor. She took a single step back from Parker and spun, turning her back to the two men. Outside the wall of windows, the sky was dark as pitch, scattered with the city lights like bright jewels. Anastasia could see into some of the apartments across the way. Could they see her? Was anyone watching? She stood directly beneath one of Willis’s perfectly placed overhead lights. The thought made her belly flip.
She kept her eyes trained forward as she reached back and slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. Anastasia eased them down her hips, bending slowly to slip the flimsy fabric over her thighs and knees before letting them drop to her feet. She carefully plucked the off the stilettos and added them to the pile of her clothes.
“Shall I leave on the shoes?” Anastasia remained bent at the waist. She knew this position, in these heels, framed the smooth, glistening lips of her pussy between her pale thighs. The soft curves of her ass were bared completely to Parker and Robert’s gaze.
“Fuck, yes,” Parker replied. He was still trying for calm and in control but the words had come out a trifle ragged anyway. Anastasia smiled and straightened, turning back around to face him. Her hands rose to her breasts. They were aching for attention. Sucking Parker’s cock at the restaurant had gotten her so hot not even the rigamarole of paying the check, coming back to his place and getting a tour had tamped her flames.
She cupped her tits, stroking and squeezing, pressing her hard nipples against the knuckle of her first finger with her thumb. Electric lines of pleasure ran from her fingertips down to her pussy. She felt heavy, hot, wet and ripe. Anastasia couldn’t wait to see what Parker had in store for her.
“What now?”
Before Parker could answer her, there was a buzz at the door. He grinned. “Answer the door.”
She knew it was probably Bryce. She’d phoned him from the restaurant and explained what was going on, what Parker wanted. “If there’s going to be another man, I want it to be you,” she’d told him.
His response had been immediate. “I’m on my way.” So, this visitor was unlikely to be anyone else. But unlikely didn’t mean it was impossible than some other random person had chosen this moment to visit the billionaire. Anastasia’s heart beat quickly as she approached the door. Both Robert and Parker had shifted sideways to watch her walk to the door. She added an extra swing to her hips. Her thighs glided wetly against each other and her breasts bounced with each step.
Her fingers trembled a little as she touched the knob, clasping the cold metal and turning it slowly. The room was so hushed she heard the latch slide free from its slot before she tugged the door open.
Bryce stood in the hall, his honey blond hair disheveled and his crooked grin in place. When he saw what she was wearing, or not wearing, his sea green eyes flar
ed instantly with desire. Anastasia’s full lips curved upward in a warm smile of welcome. She stepped back, allowing him to enter. Bryce took two steps into the apartment, kicked the door shut, and grabbed her hips.
Before she knew it, Bryce had Anastasia pinned to the nearest wall, his sleekly muscled frame pressed against her naked body. He slanted his mouth over hers. Bryce’s lips were firm and full, sculpted and perfect for kissing. And Lord did the man know how to kiss! His tongue was, in turns, enticing and demanding against hers. He explored every recess of her mouth. The wet, pebbled surface of his tongue rubbing against her cheeks, teeth, lips and tongue was so erotic it made her knees shake. She sagged in his grasp, her hands clutching at the rumpled fabric of his shirt. When he lifted his head, eyes gleaming, Anastasia sighed. She ran a hand through his mussed hair, lips quirking.
“Did I call you away from someone’s bed?” He hadn’t mentioned a prospective conquest, but Bryce was free to do and see who he chose. They were friends and lovers, but not beholden to each other. He caught her lower lip between his teeth playfully, dipping his tongue into her mouth to lap briefly at the silk lining of that lip.