by Ana Vela
And then she felt his thick shaft fatten between her fingers, the tiny slit in his cock head opening against her tongue. Anastasia removed her hands, sliding them over his hips to grip his clenching buttocks and urge him the thrust. It was hardly necessary. Bryce cried out, slamming his cock all the way between her lips as he pumped his cream into her mouth.
Anastasia kept up the suction, slurping his shaft as he cupped her head and pressed her face deep into his groin. His warm, flat belly rubbed against her forehead, the muscles there twitching with his release. She was barely away of murmuring voices behind her as she opened her eyes to meet Bryce’s sparkling green gaze. He gave a final grunt of pleasure and shot another splash of cum onto her tongue. Anastasia sucked it up.
Bryce pulled slowly out from between her lips, leaving his cock in her mouth as long as possible. When he retreated to the chair he’d occupied earlier, Anastasia turned back to Parker. The carpet was chafing her knees, her lips were swollen and sore from stretching around three massive cocks, and her belly sloshed full with their cream, but her tits and pussy still ached with need. She was hoping the billionaire planned to let someone fuck her tonight. Her thighs were trembling and wet with her juices. Her clit tingled. It would take very little to set her over the edge to her own orgasm.
The tingle increased when she was met with the sight of Robert and Parker lounging on the couch, both men completely naked and once again sporting rigid erections. Parker motioned for her to get up and come to him. She gave a small groan at the twinge in her knees, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her pussy. She hurried over to the arrogant billionaire and stood before him expectantly.
He languidly stroked his fat shaft with one hand and twirled his glass of whisky in the other. “Robert tells me take that monster up your ass. Is that true?” He indicated Robert’s engorged cock, which the older man caressed briefly with a grin at her. Anastasia nodded, heart hammering.
“It’s true. I love it when Robert fucks my ass. I feel so full.”
“Well, that I’d like to see. Why don’t you go over there and climb on his lap? Robert, do me a favor and slide that way a bit, if you don’t mind.” He nodded at the opposite end of the couch. “So we get a good show.”
Robert, of course, didn’t mind at all. He rearranged himself until he was leaning back into the corner of the long couch, angled half way between Parker and Bryce. Anastasia made to straddle him but Parker tsk-tsked. “The other way.”
She did as he said, turning her back to Robert and spreading her legs in preparation of lowering herself onto his enormous cock. But her boss caught her hips, stalling her. Anastasia felt his wet tongue swiping along her slit from behind and cried out. “Robert! Oh god, lick me!”
The older man’s tongue was hot as he pushed it between her slippery pussy lips, lapping at her clit and spearing it into her sopping cunt hole. She rocked back against him, but he slithered the slick appendage up to rim the delicate pucker of her ass with flickering caresses. His hard hands spread her buttocks open as he pushing his tongue inside her rear passage. The warm, wet, wriggling invasion sent an intense wave of pleasure to pool in her womb.
Anastasia arched her back and rotated her hips, trying to thrust herself onto the plunging length of Robert’s tongue. But he withdrew as swiftly as he’d begun and tugged her down, lowering her until his slick crown rested against the twitching clench of her rear hole. He prodded at her gently once, twice, until she was wet with both his saliva and slick pre-cum, and then began to pull her down onto his thick length.
“Ooooh,” she moaned. Her hands flew up, clutching at her aching breasts as Robert’s immense cock slid slowly into her hot depths. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, eyes slitted with pleasure. Through them, she could see both Bryce and Parker watching as Robert’s shaft disappeared inside her clutching hole. It made her burn to see the heat in their eyes. Parker sipped his whisky, his fist wrapped tight around his own cock as he gazed between her spread legs. Bryce had stripped naked too, she saw, his long, golden body gleaming in the soft overhead light. His cock was only semi-hard, but as her gaze roved over him she saw it fatten further against his muscled thigh.
Robert’s large dick stretching her ass open and pressing deep inside her stung a little, but the small pain was nothing compared to the delicious fullness. His hairy thighs cradled her buttocks. His hands slid up to pull her back against his chest. Anastasia draped her legs over his knees, spreading herself open to the other men’s gazes. She reached back to wrap her arms around Robert’s neck and pull his mouth down to her shoulder. Her boss loved to talk dirty while he fucked her and the filthy words whispered in her ear drove Anastasia just as crazy. She slid her fingers into his hair and held on as he began to move.
“You like that, baby? I know you do. You love my big cock sliding in and out of your tight little ass. But even more tonight, don’t you? Parker and Bryce watching me fuck your ass makes you hot. You like being Willis’s little whore, don’t you?” His teeth closed on her earlobe as he drove deep into her rear passage.
Anastasia whimpered, her fingernails scraping over his scalp. Robert’s hands squeezed her breasts, his grip almost painful as he plunged his cock in and out of her ass. “Will you say it?”
“Yes!” She gasped. “Yes, oh god, yes! I’ll do anything!”
Robert pounded up into her, his hands sliding from her breasts down to her hips. He held her tight to his belly as he ground against her ass. “Are you Willis’s whore?”
Her pussy pulsed at the words. She bit her lip and nodded, lashes fluttering. Parker Willis chuckled darkly, eyes smoldering as he fisted his cock. “Oh no. We want to hear you say it out loud.”
Anastasia met Parker’s gaze. His eyes looked almost black with depraved desire. She panted, writhing against Robert’s chest. “I’m your whore.”
Robert grunted, slamming his cock into her brutally. Anastasia moaned. She knew to Parker, the words were a sign of her submission to him. To Robert, they were a sign of her wantonness, which drove his into a lust-filled craze. He pounded her ass, breath harsh and panting in her ear.
When she’d first met Victoria, nearly a year ago, the idea of saying those words to man would have turned her stomach. If a man had said that to her, she would have shriveled into a little ball. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She could be his whore here, or wherever, for the next two months. She could suck and fuck and fulfill every risky, depraved sexual fantasy the arrogant billionaire had, if she wanted. Liking the dark side of sex, liking sex at all, no longer made her feel dirty and wrong.
Now, permitting Parker Willis to command her body and control her words made her hot. It made her feel sexy and powerful. She may be his whore, for now, but only because she allowed it. Like Bryce had said, this was only ever her choice. She chose to submit to him, because the idea of it turned her on. And Victoria had taught her that there was nothing wrong with her desires. Even the darker ones. Like this.
Robert’s thick shaft bore hard into her bowels, his fingers dug into her hips. Anastasia’s pussy pulsed with each driving thrust. Tingles of electricity crackled through her womb. She could feel her juices trickling from her slick folds, down the crack of her ass to wet Robert’s plunging cock.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Please, Robert, your cock feels so good in my ass!”
She began lifting her hips as best she could, sprawled over him the way she was, and pushing back, impaling herself on the hard length of his massive cock.
“That’s it, Anastasia. Ride my cock. Slide that sweet ass onto me. Fuck, baby!” He hissed. One hand slid down to cup her dripping cunt. Anastasia mewled and bucked as his fingers parted her wet folds and probed between them. He plunged two fingers into her silken sheath, pumping in counter rhythm to his thrusts. Anastasia’s slick, swollen tissues closed around his gliding digits.
“Yes! Oh god, yes, Robert! Fuck me!” She dragged the last word out as he pressed his thumb to the stiff button of he
r clit and sent her crashing and tumbling headlong into the violent swirl of her orgasm.
“Come for me, Anastasia,” he growled in her ear. “Let me feel this slick pussy squeeze my fingers.”
She squeezed him alright. Her whole body seemed to clench all at once as she slipped beneath the warm waves of pleasure washing over her head. Anastasia knew she was moaning and gasping, writhing her sweat slick body on Robert’s lap. She felt the second her clutching bowels rippling along his shaft drove her boss to his own peak.
He pulsed within her, filling her with the scalding splash of his cum. Anastasia panted as she drifted back into her own tingling skin, shivering. She blinked blearily as Parker tugged on her elbow and drew her to her feet. Robert slid from her ass with a pop. He hissed. Anastasia groaned at the feeling of emptiness. But it didn’t last for long. Parker handed her up onto the living room table, the low wood surface hardly more than a foot from the carpeted floor. He pressed her down onto her hands and knees.
Anastasia still shook with the tingling aftershocks of her orgasm. Even the slick glide of Robert’s spunk oozing from her stretched hole and trickling down her thighs tickled her sensitive nerve endings. When Parker lined himself up behind her and plowed his cock into her drenched pussy with one swift thrust, she cried out in pleasure.
Parker gripped her shoulder in one hand and wound the other tightly in her long hair. The tug on her scalp wasn’t exactly painful, but it added a delicious edge of pressure to the silken friction of the billionaire’s cock gliding in and out of her wet sheath. Her inner walls rippled around him, still spasming in the aftermath of her orgasm. His thick shaft stretched her wide, the pressure intense with each swift, jabbing thrust.
With the hand on her shoulder and the one in her hair, he yanked her back against his pistoning hips, shoving his cock as deeply inside her clinging channel as he could. Anastasia arched her back, letting Parker control the speed and depth of his pounding thrusts. It’s what got him off. That, and the eyes of the others on him as he fucked her slippery pussy. She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear his low, deep grunts.
His belly slapped her ass rhythmically, filling the penthouse with the ringing sound of wet flesh on wet flesh. They were both slick with sweat. Anastasia gasped, staring out the windows at the lights of the city sprawling around them. Across the way she thought she caught a brief glint of light from one of the darkened apartments. Her heart spun beneath her expanding ribs. Was someone watching them? She imagined Parker put on shows like this fairly often. Maybe one of his ‘neighbors’ knew to look.
Anastasia’s fingernails dug into the wood of the table. She saw the glint again, heard Parker’s curse, and thought she must be right.
“Here it comes, my beautiful little whore.” He groaned. Anastasia clenched her inner muscles around his plunging shaft.
“Yes! Come in me, Parker!”
He leaned over her back, pressing a sweaty forehead between her shoulderblades, and pounded into her fast and relentlessly, uncaring for any pleasure but his own. His tongue swiped at her skin briefly and then he bit down on her shoulder, growling, as he came. The warm surge of his seed inside her silken cunt set off tiny sparks of mini-orgasms.
Parker pulled out of her with a groan, smearing the last few drops of his cum across the back of her thigh. He scrubbed a hand hard against his cheek and blinked heavy lidded eyes, gazing down at her. He grinned and patted her ass fondly.
“I like you, Nabokov. I think this arrangement is going to work out well for everyone involved.”
Anastasia glanced back over her shoulder, still shaking with pleasure. Parker’s hard fucking had coaxed her from the downward spiral of her fading orgasm to another trembling crescendo. And now he sounded... bored.
“Are we... done?” She couldn’t help the small frown that creased her brow. Parker chuckled.
“I am. I’m taking a shower and going to bed. You three are welcome to finish up. Just lock the door on your way out.” He winked at her, gave Bryce and Robert a brief incline of his head, and strolled toward the stairs to his bedroom, absently scratching his thigh. He didn’t spare them another glance.
Anastasia sat back on her heels, the leather of her shoes, which she still wore, cool against the heated skin of her buttocks. Cum slicked her thighs and ass, drying to a sticky film. Her pussy was wet, throbbing, ripe with desire. She glanced back and forth between Robert and Bryce. To her surprise, Robert reached for his pants and dragged them up his legs.
“I’m not as young as I once was. You’ve quite worn me out too, darling girl.” He touched Anastasia’s cheek briefly, smiling. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” He nodded at Bryce as he shrugged into his shirt and began buttoning it up. Anastasia watched him leave and then turned wide grey eyes on Bryce, her lips curving into a smile.
“I hope you’re not planning on leaving me in the lurch too.”
He extended his hand to her. His dimple flashed and his eyes sparkled. “Never.” His cock stood up hard and throbbing against his muscled stomach. Ready for her. Anastasia bit her lip in anticipation of him sliding inside her. She took his hand and let him draw her up and over to him. Bryce’s long fingers twined with hers, tugging her forward to straddle his long thighs. Anastasia wedged her knees into the spaces between his legs and the chairs sides.
She sank immediately down on the hard length of Bryce’s thick cock, sighing at the satin glide of his rigid flesh against her slick inner walls. But when she would have moved, he wrapped his arms around her and held her still. Bryce covered her mouth with his, sliding his tongue between her lips in echo of how he’d just penetrated her pussy. The man was an expert kisser, teasing her tongue with his, licking at her teeth and lips, nibbling the plump, swollen curve of the lower lip, gliding the tip of his tongue along the satin inner lining.
It was only as Bryce slowly, thoroughly plundered her mouth with his that she realized he was the first one to kiss her all evening. Robert occasionally kissed her when they fucked at work, but preferred to use his mouth on her other set of lips more. And Parker’s only concern with her mouth had been getting it around his cock. But she and Bryce often spent long minutes making love to each other’s mouths.
To be fair, Victoria kissed her too with her lovely, soft lips. Drugging kisses that made her shiver with pleasure. But never with quite the level of passion that Bryce poured into every deep, wet, claiming mating of his mouth to hers. Anastasia thought that was why he was secretly her favorite.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, holding on to him as their tongues twined and their lips drifted across each other.
When he finally drew away, Anastasia’s whole body burned with need. She rotated her hips, but he still held her fast. She whimpered. Bryce chuckled. He loved to push her, see how high he could take her. Normally, she loved it too. But right now she wanted him to move.
“In a minute.” He gave her that sideways, cock grin and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking one stiff nipple between his teeth. He bit the nub gently, rubbing his tongue against the flat tip. Anastasia arched her back, lifting herself to his mouth. Bryce rewarded her by switching to the other aching mound and drawing it between his lips. He alternated back and forth, sucking and licking, until she quaked in his arms.
“Please, Bryce. Please. I need you to fuck me now. God, I need it so bad!” She tugged at his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers. And finally, Bryce began to move. The second he loosened his hold on her waist, Anastasia began to match him thrust for thrust.
“Kitty,” he groaned. “Jesus, your pussy is so wet. You’re squeezing me like a vice, sweetheart. Worked up, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes. Bryce! I’m so hot right now. I need your cock. Fuck me, please!”
His hands roamed her back, stroking the long muscles on either side of her spine as he drove up into her, breathing raggedly. “Such a dirty little angel you are, Kitty. All slick and panting because of all the cock you’ve had tonight.”
/> “More. I need more! Just one more. Just... you... oh, yes!” She bounced in his lap, driving herself down on him and grinding her clit against his pubis. Her breasts brushed his chest. Bryce caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth briefly, his hips rising over and over as his cock glided in and out of her.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that sweet, slick, pussy.”
White lights popped behind Anastasia’s eyes. She clung tightly to Bryce as pleasure exploded through her like a supercharged rocket, detonating nerves that sizzled and sparked. She keened, undulating against him as her body shook and seized around him. Bryce gasped, coming with her, surging upward to press himself deep into the rippling sheath of her pussy.