Double Feature: A MFM Menage Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  But, right now, I just want to go with the flow.

  “Oh, Jesus, that was impressive,” I moan, taking my legs off from Brad’s shoulders. I lean back over the desk, propping myself up on my elbows, and smile as I watch Brad go up to his feet.

  His lips are glistening from my juices, and I can’t think of a more perfect sight right now. Besides, the way he eats me out…oh, God. I never even knew that I could come that hard just by having a man’s tongue taking over my pussy. But then again, Brad and Scott aren’t just any men – they’re in a category of their own.

  “Seems like you enjoyed yourself,” Scott laughs, the flames of lust burning behind his eyes.

  “I did,” I purr, pushing myself off the desk and resting my hands on their chest.

  Without waiting for them to say a thing, I go down on my knees and hook my fingers on their belts. Working fast, I take their belts off and then unzip their pants, their cocks straining against the fabric of their boxer briefs.

  Seriously, I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

  “Let’s see what you got, boys,” I continue to purr, and then I tug on their boxers and the same time and free their huge cocks, both of them as hard as they’ve ever been. Reaching for them, I grip them tight and then start moving my hand up and down the length of their shafts, stroking them at a slow rhythm. Of course, that rhythm doesn’t stay slow for long – before I know it, I’m flicking my wrist so fast that I feel pain shoot up my arm. But I keep at it, looking from one to the other as I take care of their throbbing members.

  “I want a taste,” I continue, tilting my head sideways and leaning in. Going for Scott first, I part my lips with the tip of my tongue and lay it against his cock. Then, I run my tongue down the whole length of his shaft, only stopping when my lips brush against his balls.

  I do the same with Brad, and I keep at it for a few seconds, going from one man to the other and teasing them. Then, without a warning, I simply let go of Scott’s cock and open my mouth as wide as I can – I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and take his whole length into my mouth, the way his shaft presses down on my tongue making me even more wet than before.

  “My turn,” Brad says, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to take Scott’s cock out of my mouth. Directing my movements, he leads me straight toward his cock and, using one hand, he brushes its tip between my lips. I open my mouth by instinct and then he just thrusts, driving his huge member all the way to the back of my throat.

  Now, I know every girl fantasizes about what it’d be like to be with two men at the same time…but this is completely surreal.

  I always thought that fantasies such as these were supposed to be kept locked in a vault deep inside my mind. But now, I’m having seconds thoughts. Maybe these fantasies are meant to be lived. Because, really, this beats everything I’ve ever done before.

  “More, I want more. I need more,” I suddenly tell them both, Brad’s cock popping out of my mouth. “I want it all,” I continue, my movements as lustful as they’re desperate.

  I push their pants and boxers down to their ankles, and they help out by kicking off their shoes. Then, they take off their shirts as fast as they can and I simply gaze at their naked bodies, my brain suddenly freezing.

  This is happening, this is happening, I repeat over and over again inside my head. This isn’t a dream.

  Taking a deep breath, I let instinct take over.

  I reach for Brad’s hand and push on it, forcing him to go down on one knee in front of me. The moment he’s level with me, I simply place my hands on his shoulders and push, force him to lay down. I go up to my feet fast, kick off my heels and push my skirt down my legs.

  “I’ll help,” I hear Scott say, and then I feel his large hands pulling on my blouse. I raise my heads as he takes off my blouse and bra, and then I simply go for the kill.

  I place my feet on either side of Brad’s thighs, and then I lower myself. Grabbing his cock, I angle it up; there’s no buildup this time. I simply ease myself down onto his cock, arching my back as I feel his thickness pushing its way past my inner lips.

  “Fuck,” he groans, all his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass. Rocking my body back and forth, I start riding him as hard as I can right from the beginning. The time for teasing is over – now’s the time for action.

  “Teamwork, remember?” I hear Scott say, and I open my eyes to see him standing by my side, grabbing his hard cock with one hand.

  Before I even think of what I’m doing, I simply lean into him and take his length into my mouth. I start bobbing my head back and forth, using the same rhythm with which I’m riding Brad, and I can already feel that sweet pressure building up inside of me.

  I don’t last long.

  “Mmm,” I moan, the sound muffled by Scott’s cock. My pussy tightens up around Brad’s shaft, and I feel a firestorm making its way up my spine, a whirlwind of electric flames consuming every single thought inside my mind as I come for the second time today.

  Had I known a threesome would be this good, there would have been no debate before.

  Bad girl or good girl, I don’t care.

  Chapter 21

  Scott

  “Mmm,” she moans, and I feel the vibration making its way through my cock, her lips still wrapped tight around my shaft.

  Fuck, I never thought I’d see Kayla like this – riding Brad with my cock deep inside her mouth. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that something like this would be possible. Hell, even if I knew it to be possible, I doubt I’d believe one day I’d be willing to share a woman like this. Especially a woman like Kayla.

  I don’t know what it is about her, but I simply can’t see her as just a fling. No, there’s more to her than that. Sure, she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever been with, and she sure as hell knows how to drive a man out of his mind…but it goes beyond the obvious. She’s smart, funny, and I like the person I become whenever I’m around her.

  Soon enough I’ll be writing love poems and shit.

  “Alright, let’s kick this up a notch,” I find myself saying, and my voice sounds foreign to my own ears.

  Right now, I’m not in control of anything I’m saying or doing. I’m just living in the present moment, enjoying the ride without thinking of the consequences. Not a good way to lead your life, I guess, but it’s the perfect way to do things when it comes to sex. At least that’s my philosophy.

  “Please,” Kayla moans as I take my cock out of her mouth. Her hands are on Brad’s chest and, even though she just came, she doesn’t climb down from him. No matter, right now I’m in the mood for sharing.

  “Stay there,” I tell Kayla, and she looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. Smiling at her, I stand between Brad’s legs and then go down to my knees right behind her. Placing one hand right between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend forward and I hold my breath as I stare at her perfectly shaped ass.

  “Oh, God,” she breathes out as, with just one finger, I start caressing the length of her crack. I stop for a moment on her ass hole, and then I start sliding my finger in, readying her up for the main event.

  “Please, Scott, please,” she insists, and I just take my finger out of her ass and replace it with the tip of my cock.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask her, leaning in and whispering these words against her. “Is this how you want us to fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes…more than anything!”

  “I can’t say no to a lady,” I whisper. Using both my hands, I spread her ass cheeks wide and start sliding my cock inside her ass. I throw my head back and close my eyes as I feel her tightness. Even though I go slower, I only stop when all of me is inside her.

  “So…so good,” she moans, her quivering voice making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Well, if she thinks this is good…it’s about to become so much better.

  Ever so slowly, I start rocking my hips, making my cock slide in and out of her at a steady tempo. She doesn’t seem to
want a slow tempo, though – instead of handing all control to me, she starts rocking her body softly, working on Brad’s cock while I take her from behind.

  Kayla might not look like it at a first glance, but she’s fucking insatiable.

  And that’s exactly the way I want her to be.

  Hungry for my cock.

  Using one hand, I grab her hair and force her to throw her head back. Holding her like that, I start ramming her hard, my thighs slapping her ass over and over again, the sound of it echoing inside the office and my own mind. Fuck, I think I’ll dream of this sound when I go to bed tonight.

  While I thrust, Brad does the exact same thing, pistoning into Kayla and raving her pussy while I take care of her tight ass. We work as one, our three bodies connected by the raging lust coursing through our veins.

  My hands have turned into claws, and now I have both on Kayla’s hips, keeping her in place while Brad and I fuck her into perfect oblivion. She’s no longer moaning – she’s screaming now, the sound of her voice so shrill that I can’t help but wonder if anyone can hear us outside the office. Luckily, everyone has left for their lunch break, which means we’re pretty much alone and Kayla can scream as much as she wants to.

  “HARDER!” She shouts at the top of her lungs, and Brad and I don’t hesitate.

  We start going as hard as is humanely possible, our cocks completely demolishing her body. Beads of sweat drip down my forehead, stinging at my eyes, but I don’t give a fuck; right now I have one concern only, and that’s giving Kayla the best fucking orgasm of her entire life.

  “Don’t…” She doesn’t even finish her sentence. One violent thrust and she comes undone, arching her back and collapsing on top of Brad’s body.

  Every single muscle in her body seems to be twitching, and she’s no longer moaning or screaming. She has resigned herself to silence, one born out of pleasure.

  Still, Brad and I aren’t done.

  While she comes, we keep on thrusting as hard as we can. Not that I can do it for much longer – I can already feel the fire of ecstasy burning deep inside me, and I know it won’t take long until I unleash all of my load inside Kayla’s ass.

  “Fuck,” I groan, my train of thought derailing as I feel my cock spasming hard inside Kayla. Brad groans something at the same time, and next thing I know I’m coming, my fingers digging deep into her ass cheeks and my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  Fuck, my purpose was to give Kayla the best orgasm of her life, but I think this was the best fucking orgasm of our lives.

  Chapter 22

  Brad

  While I get dressed for the morning, getting ready for a long day at work, I can hear Shauna click-clacking on her laptop in the other room. She’s a “heavy typer.” I’ve known a few, and it always makes me laugh.

  She’s no doubt doing her morning routine, searching and reading the blogs for juicy gossip.

  Some people find it odd that my personal assistant lives at my penthouse apartment, but that’s how I fucking roll. I don’t like to waste a single minute of my day, and if that means having Shauna live here rent-free, so be it. She doesn’t seem to mind, not even when I bring the odd girl home.

  As I put on my watch, a Rolex, I imagine what kind of day I’m going to have. Good? Bad? Exciting? Boring? The possibilities alone are electrifying.

  I’m a doer. I don’t find enjoyment in reading about what other people do. Especially not like Shauna does; she loves all that crap. But her ability to keep a finger on the pulse of this town is one of the reasons I hired her.

  Shauna’s smart and savvy and remembers everything she reads. I’m lucky to have her. Truly fortunate.

  I look at myself in the mirror. What a day yesterday was. It’s going to be hard to forget.

  I feel myself becoming aroused. I stroke myself over my pants a few times, look at my watch, and start considering what I have time for.

  “Hey, Shauna, how’s my time?”

  “Looking good, Brad.”

  “Do I have an extra fifteen or twenty? What do you think?”

  I hear her typing away for a moment.

  “Checking the traffic. Looks like there’s a minor traffic accident on the highway. I’m thinking not,” she replied. “We’re gonna need an extra few to get in on time.”

  I stop stroking myself and sigh. “Okay, thanks.” I’m going to have to wait until I see Kayla again. Maybe after lunch, I think, smirking.

  While tying my shoes, I hear Shauna groan or moan or something. She’s clearly affected in some way by something she’s reading. This isn’t out of the normal, but after yesterday, I’m feeling a little paranoid.

  “Find something juicy?” I’m just teasing. I don’t expect her to answer, and I kinda hope she won’t.

  “You could say…”

  “Really?”

  “Um…yeah…”

  I’m done getting ready. I walk out of my bedroom to the kitchen area. I see her staring, reading, and in deep thought.

  “Shauna?”

  “Yes, Brad?”

  When she finally looks at me, I wave.

  “Oh,” she says, smiling. “Good choices. I like those colors on you. I think this outfit shows your serious side.”

  “Thanks.” I nod. “What did you find?”

  “Find?”

  “Online.”

  “Oh, right.” Her face goes back to its normal blankness. “How have things been with Kayla? Everything working out? Moving along?”

  “Things are going well. Fine,” I say, not feeling like elaborating at the moment. “Yeah, fine.”

  “Better than fine, I’d wager.”

  “Okay. Better than fine. Why?”

  “Much better than fine,” she says, winking.

  I’m catching her drift. She knows something, but she’s being too shy to say it. I walk up to the breakfast nook where she’s sitting and pick up the apple she left there for me.

  “You found something. What did you read, Shauna?”

  “Just a couple of lines. A blind item. Nothing big….”

  “But…”

  “But there promises to be more.” She shrugs. “Sorry, boss.”

  I take a deep breath. I’m trying to control my anger. It’s a battle, and I’m not winning.

  “Show me,” I tell her.

  Shauna turns her laptop to the side so I can see the screen. There, on one of the worst celebrity trashing blogs, is a headline about me and Kayla. I can hardly fucking believe it. “LONG LUNCHES. LONGER STARES. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT…”

  “Fuck,” I say loudly.

  Shauna does her best to deflect. “It could be about anything.”

  My voice grows louder. “Fuck!”

  “Maybe it’s nothing.” She tries to ease my anger.

  But inside, I’m already a burning inferno of rage. “Fuck!”

  I throw the apple across the room, striking a wall and knocking a framed painting off its hook.

  “Brad—” Shauna begins.

  “These fucking idiots, Shauna,” I say, beginning to pace. “Insiders. Paparazzi. Fucking fame seekers. What the fuck do they know? What the fuck do they want?”

  “They want money.”

  “I don’t need this shit. I don’t need this attention. Not now. Fuck. Not now.”

  “It’s probably nothing,” Shauna repeats. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “What happens next…” I reread the headline. “Shauna, what if they know what happened next?”

  “What happened?” Shauna asked.

  I give her a look. She knows the look. It’s the one I give when I’m about to get laid, or just did.

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well…”

  “Yeah.” I shake my head. “Fuck!”

  “I could make some calls.”

  “You know what pisses me off the most, Shauna?” I ask, but I don’t wait for a response. “Kayla really doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need any negative press right now. She’s just
getting started. Just getting her stride. She’s better than these dumb blogs. She doesn’t need this. Fuck. If this hurts her career, I’ll—”

  “Brad.”

  I look at Shauna. She has her glasses on, she’s sitting up straight, and her lips are drawn. She looks like my middle school vice principal when she was about to doll out a punishment.

  “Yes?”

  “I will make some calls. I will track down the sources. I’ll see if I can’t squash this before it goes anywhere.”

  “That would be great. Thank you.”

  “The blood stays on my hands, Brad. That is why you hired me.”

  I finally laugh. Shauna lightens the mood. I really appreciate her being able to do so.

  “Yes, that’s why I hired you.” I look at the oven clock; it’s getting late. “That and your skills as a getaway driver.”

  “Oh shit.”

  I pick up the keys and toss them to her. She catches them with ease. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her drop them.

  Shauna rarely drops anything. I’m beginning to feel more confident by the second. Shauna will take care of this.

  Kayla will be fine.

  Everything will be fine.

  Chapter 23

  Kayla

  The jackhammer that has been working away in my head all morning seems to be increasing in intensity. I can’t believe we’ve been going over the same scene for the last hour.

  Every time I think it’s been a take, Derrick insists it needs to be done again.

  Rehearsals have never been this hard.

  Last time, he didn’t like the vase on the kitchen table with flowers, which only ended up there because ten minutes earlier, he had insisted the kitchen needed to look a little brighter. Not to mention the number of times we have to stop to prompt Ian for his lines.

  I will need to go and find aspirin or something similar on the next break; there’s no way I’m going to get through the day with this massive headache.

  “You’re meant to be annoyed. The line is ‘Why does he get all the fun?’ It’s not hard.” I call to Ian and stomp closer to the set.