by Vella Day
“To stretch you out, baby. You think you could handle my cock back there?”
“No.” She’d been putting off thinking about making love to the men at the same time. These two were huge, and it took some getting used to being with each of them one at a time without getting sore.
“That’s why we need to get you ready. With a little lube, you won’t feel a thing. Brandon will keep you busy while I slip this right in.”
There had been a flash of indecision in his eyes, implying even he didn’t buy into the whole “it won’t hurt” thing. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Oh, you’ll like it.” Sam tried to distract her by dragging a knuckle down her cheek.
She stepped back. “But what if I don’t?”
“Just say stop, and I will.”
That was easy. “Okay, but I’m a little nervous.” This wasn’t the time to be coy.
Brandon walked in, stepped behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I see Sam showed you our little device.”
“It’s not little.”
“Sam, I think it’s time to show our woman a few things that will help her get over her fears.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, yes. How about coming with me, baby?” He clasped her hand.
Her curiosity got the best of her. If she wasn’t comfortable with what they were about to do, she could ask them to stop. Sam led her down the hallway and pushed open a door at the end of the hallway.
She looked up at him. “We’re going to use your playroom?” He’d shown it to her before but then had decided she wasn’t ready.
“It’s time, baby.”
Her insides fluttered. She prayed she was ready for this. Disappointing them would be…well, disappointing. Once inside, she studied all that the room had to offer. The dimensions were about twelve feet by fifteen feet. At the far end stood what looked like a spanking bench—not that she’d ever been on one, but she hadn’t grown up in a cave. There were cuffs dangling from the wall, a weight bench pressed along the side, a very large mattress in the middle of the floor, and a shelf of assorted torture devices—like whips and stuff hanging above the mattress.
A trickle of fear dripped in. She shook her head. “I don’t think this is for me.”
Sam drew near. “You trust us, right?”
Mac couldn’t remember any man ever asking her that question, but she knew they’d never cause her harm. “Yes.”
“Then let us show you how incredible it can be with both of us.” He pulled her close and gave her the gentlest of kisses. She expected tender from Brandon. Sam was more of the devouring type, but his one touch had her limp in his arms.
“Okay.” God, what a pushover, but she couldn’t help it. It must be that mating thing.
“Since you’re being such a good sport,” Sam said, “we’ll let you take off our clothes, and this time we won’t stop you.”
Her pulse sped up, and a shaft of need speared her pussy. “Seriously?”
Sam nodded. Before he changed his mind, Mac nabbed the button on his waistband and popped it open. His erection was pressing against his fly. “I see it’s anxious to get out.”
Sam laughed. “You’ll see how anxious I am in a moment. I suggest you not dawdle. It’ll only get bigger the longer you wait.”
He did have a point. As she undid the rest of the buttons on Sam’s jeans, Brandon reached around her and unsnapped her pants. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I thought I was doing the taking off.”
“Unless I missed something, he said you could undress us. He never mentioned what we’d be doing to you.”
“Yes he did. He’s going to put some huge object in my ass in the hopes of stretching me out.”
Brandon nuzzled her neck as he lowered her zipper. “I can’t wait to hear you ooh and ahh when he does.”
“We’ll see.” She smiled.
Brandon slid his thumbs in the waistband of her jeans, and tugged them over her hips. As he lowered them, her hands had temporarily stopped. Here, she was given this fantastic opportunity to tease Sam, and she’d let Brandon distract her.
She returned her attention to the task at hand. After opening the rest of the buttons on Sam’s fly, she exposed his big cock. “There’s no way in hell that can fit in my ass.” She shook her head. “It’s just too damned big.”
Sam cupped her cheeks, and his warmth helped calm her. “Want me to take off my shoes?”
Like that would help fit his cock back there any better? “Yes.” Apparently, he wasn’t going to change his mind. At least the dildo was a wee bit smaller than Sam’s dick.
Once he finished kicking off his boots, she lowered his pants. Keeping balanced was hard since her jeans had pooled at her feet, but in order to step out of them, she needed to take off her shoes. As Sam removed his pants, she ditched her shoes then kicked off her jeans.
Now it was Brandon’s turn. She spun around and repeated the button undoing with him. His jeans had a zipper, making it easier to open. The problem was when she bent over to drag down his jeans, Sam stepped behind her and placed his cock between her legs.
“I’m not ready yet. You aren’t both naked.”
Sam laughed. “Never said we had to be naked before I can enjoy your body. Ignore me and get Brandon ready.”
Brandon helped by stepping out of his pants without her help. When she straightened, Sam slid his hands under her shirt and rubbed her breasts. As much as she liked it, she wanted his skin on hers. “How about taking off my shirt?” She raised her hands to make it easier.
“My pleasure.” Sam lifted the material over her head and let it drop.
She expected him to undo the bra clasp, but instead he raised it over her tits and plucked her nipples. That felt so good.
Brandon clasped the hem of his shirt. “You want me to take this off?”
This might be Mac’s last chance to do this. “No. Let me.”
He probably thought she’d toss it off like Sam had with her top, but this was about seduction, not practicality. She slid her hands up his rippled abs, loving the sensuous play of her palms over the peaks and valleys of his muscles. She rubbed her hands up and down, and his cock visually twitched. She’d better hurry, or they’d cut short her exploration.
As slowly as she could, she removed his shirt. The moment the material cleared his head, she leaned in and kissed him.
His gaze on her, he drew her close, bringing the back of Sam’s hands against Brandon’s chest.
Brandon broke the kiss and stepped back. “I think it’s time to take this to the next level, darlin’.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he slid down her panties while Sam unhooked her bra. In seconds, she was naked. Brandon still wore briefs and Sam had on his shirt. In short order, she divested them of their clothes. While Sam had limited her reward to taking off their clothes, she decided to go for the gold. She bent over, grabbed Sam’s cock, and sucked him deep into her throat.
He pressed on her shoulders and Brandon dragged her back a few feet. Mac stood.
“What the hell?” Sam acted indignant, but she could tell he was playing with her. “Did I say you could do that?”
Mac planted a hand on her hip. “Usually when a man and a woman—or in this case a woman and two men—get naked, they begin having sex.”
“That’s right, but we’re in charge. Remember, we have the experience.”
“So, once I’m experienced, I get to call the shots?” She loved shooting down their dominant ways.
Sam glanced at Brandon. His eyes slightly widened. Ah-ha. He hadn’t thought of that.
“We’ll see. But first, we need to soften you up. Your attitude is rather prickly.”
“You can soften me up by kissing and touching me.” She wanted to go to both men, but since she was facing her accuser, she stepped closer to Sam and leaned against him.
“Buttering me up won’t work, baby. Brandon, you know where she needs to go.”
Mac spun around. Brandon
shrugged, but from the glint in his eye, he was enjoying the banter. “It’s for your own good.”
“What is?” They were conspiring against her. “This is all about that stupid dildo, isn’t it?”
She wasn’t really worried. When she was talking with Elena, Mac had asked her what it was like to be with two men. The woman smiled and said having them at the same time was amazing. She also mentioned two other women, Liz and Chelsea, both of whom had been targets of the Colters, but who had managed to escape. They, too, were incredibly happy with their men.
“Come over here.” Brandon led her to the spanking bench. “Kneel down and let your tits hang over the edge of the padded top.”
This was the moment of truth. If her pussy hadn’t been contracting in anticipation of being fucked hard and often, she would have balked.
Brandon pressed on her shoulder, and she dropped to her knees. Mac leaned over the pad and adjusted her tits. To her surprise, the set up was quite comfortable.
Sam knelt on one knee next to the bench, lifted her hand, and hooked a strap around her wrist. “This is so you don’t try to move.”
That didn’t sound good. He went to the other side and repeated the process. She was a big girl and could handle what they had to dole out. After all, this was all about loving her, right?
What she hadn’t expected was for Brandon to widen her legs and then tie her thighs to the vertical posts.
“Beautiful,” he said.
“Are you sure I’m going to like this?” Her pulse suddenly skyrocketed.
“Positive,” Brandon answered.
Both men moved behind her. Each man leaned over and kissed one butt cheek, then rubbed her flesh. That was nice. A rather sweet smelling odor wafted toward her. One of them squirted it on her ass and rubbed it into her skin. It was lotion. Okay, this was going to be quite the experience. The more he rubbed, the more relaxed she became.
“Ready for a little softening?”
She was on the spanking bench, so she could guess what came next. “Yes.”
Sam’s first slap was light and barely stung. Then Brandon got in a lick, only this time it came out harder. They were being too tentative. “That won’t heat me up. You guys can do better than that.” Part of her personality was to challenge, and she didn’t want to disappoint.
The next round of spanks was significantly harder. She wiggled her butt. The sting was growing, but she wouldn’t complain. The larger the pain, the greater the reward.
“I think she needs some soothing, Sam.”
Brandon reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy over and over again until her juices flowed.
“What do you think?” Sam asked. “Is she ready?”
They should have asked her, but this was their way of foreplay.
“Go for it,” Brandon said.
A different scent filled the air. Lube. Citrusy. Lime perhaps. She suspected it was Brandon who thumbed open her ass, and Sam who spread the goo around her back hole. The cool gel was rather refreshing. He kept circling the opening until the rhythm almost lulled her to sleep.
Then a cold, hard dildo pressed against her asshole, causing her to tug on her straps. He twisted the hard plastic in a circle, almost as if he thought he could screw it into her.
Logic told her to relax, but with her heart pounding, she squeezed her cheeks tight. The dildo disappeared.
“Mackenzie,” Sam warned. “You hurt my feelings.”
Oh, crap. She’d messed up. Again.
Chapter Eighteen
“How so?” Mac asked.
“You can’t tense your butt like that. I won’t be able to get the dildo in.” Sam’s tone came out soft.
“I didn’t mean to.” If Mac had been able to lift her head, she would have twisted around to study his face.
“How about we try again, and this time, relax. Please?”
“I’d like to see what you’d do if someone tried to twist a big plastic cock into your ass.” She couldn’t help herself from pushing back.
Both men laughed. “She told you, Sam.”
“Brandon here is going to step in front and play with your tits while I do a better job of relaxing you. Okay?”
She did like that he asked. “Yes. Thank you.”
Brandon came into view, reached out, and rubbed his palms across her nipples. The delicious pressure made Mac forget all about her ass. That is, until Sam massaged her rear. She liked his gentle touch. Brandon twisted her sensitive tips a few times before lightly squeezing her breasts. She was so lost in what he was doing that when Sam ran his thumb across her muscled ring then dipped it into her hole, she’d barely noticed. She thought she wouldn’t like the strange sensation, but once the slight pinch disappeared, she was fine. It helped that Brandon stood close enough that his cock bobbed under her lips.
“Can I suck on it?” She’d already messed up once, so this time she asked.
“Just until Sam gets that thing in your ass. He’ll be quick, I’m sure. Right, Sam?”
Mac almost laughed at Brandon’s strangled words. When she tried to reach up and grab his dick, her arms wouldn’t move. “Can you untie me if I promise not to stop Sam?”
Sam slid another finger into her back hole, and her mouth opened to get in more air. One thumb was pleasant, but adding the second digit made for tight quarters.
“Sure, darlin’.” Brandon reached down and undid the straps on both of her arms. Too bad that put his cock out of reach.”
“Come back here, please,” she asked nicely.
As soon as Brandon’s dick came within reach, Mac clasped it and drew it to her lips.
“Oh, darlin’. That’s it. Suck it hard.”
She did just that. Within seconds, more lube scented the air. She was so into licking and stroking Brandon’s cock that when Sam placed the big dildo against her slick hole again, Mac didn’t focus on it.
Instead of twisting and twirling the piece of plastic, Sam edged it in and out a few times until it popped past her tight ring. She drew in a deep breath as it burned and stung.
Brandon must have noticed her inhale for he lightly pinched her nipples, taking her mind off the slight ache that was already lessening in intensity. With one hand, Sam rubbed her back and murmured sweet things, while he pressed the dildo into her. She had to work to keep relaxed, but once the fake cock reached the end, he pulled it back out halfway, managing to hit a few erotic nerves on the way. Her pussy dampened from the new sensations.
“Don’t stop, darlin’.” Brandon threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed on her scalp.
Pleased he seemed excited, she slowed her movements to drive him wild with need. Once the humongous dildo was inside her, Sam leaned over her back. “You want me to fuck you?”
She thought all she’d get was the dildo. “More than anything.” Only she wasn’t certain it was anatomically possible to fit both of them. There was no space.
Sam cupped her pussy, and then delved a finger into her hot core. Even something that thin, set her off. There was barely enough room, so how the hell could she take his cock?
He removed his finger. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught site of a beautiful bare ass stepping by. He reached up and retrieved a condom from a shelf. One quick rip later, Sam was back behind her.
“Prepare to be entered.”
Had she not had Brandon’s cock in her mouth, she would have laughed. Once more, Sam took his time, dipping first one finger into her pussy, and then a second one. When he curled both fingers, electric sparks raced down her body. Mac had a hard time working her magic on Brandon while Sam pushed her closer to the edge.
His fingers disappeared and his cock nudged her opening. He slipped in an inch and stopped.
“Hmm?” she moaned with her closed mouth.
“Sam is waiting for you to finish me…off, darlin’.” Brandon’s words trailed away as she drew him deep into her mouth.
This was it. She tightened her hold and pumped her fist up and down, w
hile she rolled his balls in her palm. Brandon groaned and moaned. He pressed hard onto her scalp. Seconds later, he yelled her name and shot cannonballs of cum deep into her throat. Mac had to swallow fast to keep up with him. Brandon pulled out just as Sam slid in deeper.
Overwhelmed by Brandon’s release, Mac needed a moment to catch her breath, but Sam seemed unaware of her heightened reaction. He reached around and tugged on her already swollen nipples. His touch pushed her too close toward her orgasm, and she held his cock tight inside her.
“Easy there,” Sam said.
Brandon sat on his haunches and swatted Sam’s fingers away from her breasts. “Let me at them again.”
Sam slipped his hands to her hips and drove in hard. Her eyes nearly bugged out. There was definitely no room. Brandon’s tender hands helped ease the tension, and with each one of Sam’s thrusts, she soared higher and higher.
“I’m close, baby.”
Mac squeezed her eyes shut and let Sam push her into the climactic sea. Her moan turned into a loud scream as her orgasm took over. The stimulation had been too much. As Sam’s cock detonated, her mind blanked. Time seemed to stand still. She relished the pulses skittering across her damp skin, and there was no doubt she was in heaven.
It wasn’t until Sam withdrew and slowly eased out the dildo that Mac’s senses returned anywhere close to normal. When Brandon had left the playroom and returned, she didn’t remember, but he had a cloth in his hand and cleaned her up. Then he untied her legs and helped her to her feet. She staggered on rubbery legs.
“Easy there.”
Sam turned her around. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you. How are you feeling?”
“Fantastic.”
* * *
As soon as the men left the house the next morning, Mac went back to work. She definitely wanted to contact Marina Lavelle today to find out more details about Roger Medlock. Mac wasn’t sure why she was so fascinated with the man, since she had no proof he’d bought Cheryl, but her sixth sense told her he had some girl who would need rescuing.
Mac called Marina’s law office, but she didn’t expect Ms. Lavelle would be free to speak with her, let alone meet.