by D STEP
And then there was Ian Kensington, the owner of a small airline which catered to the super-wealthy and government agencies. He designed, customized, and sold jets, as well as providing top-trained pilots to those who needed or wanted only the best. Having served with the British Special Forces as a pilot, he knew what he was doing.
Unlike the other two, however, he didn’t look or act like a billionaire business owner. A tall African man, he was a hulking mass of masculinity, evoking power and fear in a primal way. His shaved head and thick scruff of stubble marked him as fashionably unconcerned with his appearance. He wore black leather, smelled of fuel, and looked like he’d just stepped off a roaring Harley Davidson, which probably wasn’t too far off the truth. Although today he’d arrived inside the belly of a helicopter- late to the party. He was part-owner of one of the football teams playing below and the sole owner of this luxury suite.
He’d been a little more careful with her boss’s proposition, not yet signing on the dotted line but not yet turning down the offer. She admired him for his restraint, wanting to take some time to look more deeply into the technology and asking to share the proposal with his business lawyer before making a final decision. However, he had looked pleased at being asked and, after flexing his hand good-naturedly on her boss’s shoulder, she had a feeling he’d already made his choice.
To say she was impressed by the company crowded about her was putting it mildly. Joslin was about to be stuffed full of cock, stretched to her limits, and used unlike any time before by three of the richest men on the planet. Was it luck or fate?
The afternoon had started off simply enough. Dressed in a pencil skirt and dark red blouse, her brunette waves pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her reading glasses perched daintily on the tip of her nose, she had been nearly invisible. Just one of the lowly civil servants- a secretary for the men who hold all the power and money. At least she was to her boss, Dr. Dev, and Mr. Renyolds. But, as soon as she’d looked up into Ian’s eyes, she knew he saw something more in her. She had felt a shiver of anticipation build within her. Her cheeks grew warm under his sensuous gaze. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she’d ducked her head and sat in a corner chair, notepad balanced on her lap, ready to take notes on the meeting, doing everything in her power to avoid Ian’s attentions.
It was all for naught. Over and over, her eyes sought him. She studied him as he listened to Dr. Dev introduce the tech. She watched with interest as he read the reports she’d compiled and smiled to herself when he quoted a particular line from her business plan- admiring the turn of phrase. Then, as the conversation had switched from the business of money to the game below, a major player injured and an abrupt change in the odds, she’d noticed the flash of his eyes as he attempted to con his friends into laying down some bets. He was still that college-boy deep inside, a little wild, and definitely fuelled by more than average testosterone.
CHAPTER 2
She had laughed at the men, covering her mouth, and the girlish giggle, with a fake cough as one by one they suddenly returned to their college days, falling into old patterns of behavior, reminiscing as they shed their regular lives for the carefree-ness of their youths. Beer began flowing. Cans were popped, chugged, and crushed. Coats were shed, sleeves rolled up, curses yelled at refs for supposed bad calls, and cheers shouted in encouragement.
Half-time came and the conversation morphed again into stories of youthful indiscretions. Abruptly, Joslin caught herself listening in. It wasn’t intentional, but there she was leaning forward in her chair, straining to catch every word. So hot, so turned on, she felt her slickness wetting a puddle in her panties. She prayed none of them noticed.
It was a half-hearted prayer.
As the stories grew more erotic, she almost wanted them to notice her predicament.
“Oh, hell, that was a great party!”
“Rebecca was amazing! Freshly 18, curved in all the right places.”
“The way those melons bounced…,” Jacob groaned.
“No, her mouth…,” Pani amended, his lips lifting in a naughty grin.
“No, mates, the feeling of her fanny tightening, wet and sloppy, on my girth… that bint knew how to squeeze down,” Ian’s voice grew husky with imagined memories.
“Her ass was incredible.”
“Remember when she screamed as you pounded her hole? She didn’t know what to do.”
“My monster barely fit. She got stretched that night, buggered good.”
Jacob laughed, “Buggered, indeed. You ripped her open.”
Sobering, Ian nodded. “Lube would have been nice.”
“You should have let me prepare her first…,” Pani winked at the others. Joslin startled. Was the wink an inside joke? She had never thought of her boss as particularly well-hung, had never really thought too much of him except as her boss, in fact. It was almost difficult for her to imagine him now, naked under his suit, cock erect. She wanted to believe Ian would be the largest. But, perhaps that was just her American bias- it was common knowledge in the bars and on TV that black men were hung like horses.
Joslin had no problem believing the rest. As they continued, growing dirtier and nastier as they shared, she grew wetter. She wanted to be filled so completely, tossed back and forth between the three like a doll, stretched to the point that she screamed and her flesh was ripped. It was becoming impossible for her to keep her hands from herself, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrest.
Uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, she sought some semblance of relief. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to ignore them, their wild remembrances, and her own dirty mind. Catching sight of her boss, she happened- so not on purpose… much- to notice the tenting of his slacks. Across from him, Jacob was already rubbing his cock through his pants. At least she wasn’t the only one affected by the conversation.
Then came the words she needed to hear. The opening she had been waiting for.
“Imagine that night bareback.”
Pani and Jacob paused, considering all that had happened, only this time, without having to wear a condom. She saw the look in their eyes, saw the desire, the raw passion. Joslin was panting from the chair. She stood and, crossing to the men, cleared her throat. All eyes swung to her.
“Why not relive it here? Now? With me?” Her voice was small, barely above a whisper, but in the silence that suddenly blanketed the room- the crowd growing eerily silent as well- her voice echoed like a scream.
CHAPTER 3
Joslin couldn’t believe she’d spoken up or that she had offered herself to be used sexually by these three men, who had each just bragged about their conquests and depravities as though she weren’t even in the room. What was happening to her? She was usually so shy, so content in the background. This was far from her normal character.
“You?” Jacob swept her body from head to toe, taking her all in. He had barely looked her over previously, dismissing her as inconsequential when Pani had introduced her.
“I think she’s got potential,” Ian spoke up, offering her a surprisingly shy smile. She didn’t expect it from a man like him. He was turning out to be full of inconsistencies. Joslin liked it; she hated predictable men. What was she getting herself into?
“Are you sure about the ‘no condoms’? What about the danger of pregnancy?”
Pani and Jacob nodded at Ian’s statement, hope brimming in their eyes- so close to meeting a reality, a dream- but obvious concern written on all three men’s furrowed brows and drawn lips. She understood their concern. She didn’t want a child anymore than they did.
“I’m on the pill.”
Sighs filled the silence, heavy with relief.
“Are you all clean?” She nodded around. In for a penny, in for a pound. Even if her heart was currently lodged in her throat, she was going to do this the right way. Some things were worth experiencing and, as this conversation continued, she realized this was something she really, really wanted to experience.
“Yup.”
“Yeah.”
“Just been checked last week. All good.”
And that’s how she ended up naked on the floor, surrounded by three hot billionaires, 50 feet above a football stadium full of screaming fans.
“I’ve always thought you were hot,” Pani said, his slacks unzipped, his caramel-colored cock in hand, his shirt half-unbuttoned, a scattering of dark chest hair peeking out. She knew he was lying. Until this moment, he’d barely noticed her. She was just a pencil and paper to him. But, still, she appreciated his attempt.
Kneeling to the floor beside her, Ian still standing on the other side, Jacob began to rub her already wet pussy softly, shifting his fingers through her trimmed curls. She wasn’t fond of stripping herself bare- too much pain and upkeep- but the sight of a wild, natural bush turned her off. So she had chosen to keep her hair short, trimmed and clipped as necessary to keep it hidden under her panties and swimsuit. His thick, calloused fingers felt good as they caressed her swollen folds. When he slipped one along her inner thigh she moaned, spreading her legs a bit more to allow him greater access. The friction of his fingertip on her slick seam overwhelmed her.
She had thought she was turned on before; now, she knew better.
Suddenly, the late afternoon sun struck Joslin full in the face, momentarily blinding her. Pani had been silhouetted in the glare as he watched and waited. Now, as he kneeled between her legs, the sun shone high and bright through the wall of windows.
“May I touch you?” The doctor was polite. Not exactly what she craved. She wanted what these men had given that college girl: a wild, thick cock-stuffed ride- not some kind of pity party because she’d all but begged.
“I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel like a slut,” she confessed, “I’ve never done this before…”
She saw the panic and quickly amended her confession, “a foursome.”
“Will you,” and she looked at each one, the two kneeling next to her, the other still standing guard, his eyes roaming her body, “please just fucking fill me?”
If she’d all but begged before, she was begging now.
“As you wish,” Ian answered for them, dropping to the floor as well. Reaching into a back pocket, he withdrew a black skull bandana. “But I can’t boff a slag if you keep looking at me with those baby blues. Too innocent. I’d be fucking a babe.” Cradling her head, he folded the bandana twice and wrapped it across her eyes, tying it tightly over her ponytail. “Now be a good lady and let the mates do what we must.”
CHAPTER 4
Joslin sucked in her breath. The bandana smelled of sweat, old sweat, musky and slightly bitter…and the road. It smelled like Ian. Covering her eyes, the fabric was rough and in need of a wash. It rubbed her eyelids with a bit of grit. She closed her eyes at last, sighing her contentment; better than being sun-blind.
Although she couldn’t see them, she felt their held breaths as they waited for some kind of sign, something that suggested she was still game. Nodding, Joslin handed herself over to what would come. Surrendering completely, she was theirs for today.
A presence shifted to her left. On her right, she heard a grunt and felt someone move, a sense of looming over her. Somewhere else, she heard a man’s voice, too low to identify, asking who wanted to go first. She made out the mention of her holes: her glistening pussy lips, her heaving breasts, and words of encouragement as the men stated their favorites. Feeling a blush rise to her cheeks, she prayed they would hurry. She was getting hotter and hotter and damn it, she needed to cum!
Large hands touched her shoulders, leaning down on her, pinning her to the floor. She felt the stifle of air as a body moved over her. The heat of his body brought a sheen to her chest, her breasts rose on their own as they sought contact with his chest. She had no idea which one this was. But, whomever he was, he was as naked as she was. The nudge of his erect cock against her hip as he shifted to lie between her legs had her pelvis rising and shoving toward him.
His warm breath tickled her nose. The man could kiss! Joslin melted into the pressure of his lips and instantly she knew who this must be. Jacob. His plump lips moved over hers, the slick slide of lip balm adding to the friction of his touch. He coaxed her to open, his tongue swiping across the seam of her mouth, just as he’d done with his fingers along her the seam of her folds. He definitely understood the power of touch.
Allowing him within her mouth, she moaned around his tongue as he leisurely explored the moist depths. He licked at her inner cheek, along the line of her sleek teeth, then flicked at her tongue in a come-hither motion, encouraging her to follow his lead. She did, exploring his mouth in turn. He tasted of imported beer, more yeasty than expected but strong with hops. Moaning again, she fed on his mouth, his flavor.
Fingers dug into her hips, angling her for a brutal thrust. Lost in his kiss, she wasn’t ready mentally, though her pussy had never been wetter, more ready, for him to plunge his cock past her folds, which were held open by another set of hands, these fingers slender and long. As he filled her pussy in a rush, her inner muscles convulsed around the intrusion. He slid deep, though not quite completely and she felt everything. Everything.
Jacob was a small man, though she wasn’t about to complain. His cock’s length curved to the side and as he withdrew his shaft, driving back inside with force. She felt the pressure of his cock’s head as it seared a line of friction sideways, bulging her semi-stretched inner walls even further. It was a unique sensation and one she was learning to love.
Rotating his hips, he speared her over and over, the arched curve of his cock making her squirm with each plunge into her sopping wet pussy. He fell atop her, wrapping his arms around her back, hauling her chest to his. Her breasts ached with the heaviness of a building climax. Her stomach fluttered against his with each panting breath. Her hands stroked down between their trapped bodies, stroking his lower abdomen and the six-pack that awaited her awe. Dear God, the climber was ripped!
Another few thrusts and suddenly Joslin felt the world tilt. A breeze of air-conditioned air struck her sweaty back, the scratch of the carpeted floor under her knees made her buck at the slight irritation. Sitting up, her position reversed, she lifted almost all the way off Jacob’s cock, wanting to hear him groan as she savored the short-lived power.
Hands, neither Jacob’s nor the slender ones which had held her open for Jacob, dropped to her shoulders from behind. Massaging her shoulders, they moved south slowly to cover her breasts, kneading the flesh. Lips found their way to the nape of her neck where they nibbled and licked a path across her heated skin. She shuddered into the touch, leaning to feel this new man’s chest pressed to her back.
He was wide, wider than Jacob, and his chest was bare of hair, leaving only the tickle of flesh on flesh. Shivering again, she was almost certain Ian kneeled behind her.
“She’s soaked,” Pani’s voice was clear, his accent so common to her. So, Joslin decided, he must be the one whose fingers still teased along her folds, around and around Jacob’s cock head, poised at her entrance.
“Tight, too. This slut needs a lot of stretching before we finish.” Jacob this time. Punctuating his statement, he lifted his hips and pushed his cock back inside her pussy. As he did, Pani’s fingertips joined his breach, adding a second sensation of pressure to the edges of her hole as he moved his fingers along the line of her and Jacob’s nearly fused flesh. She felt a grumble from Jacob, beginning low on his chest, under where she rested her hands for balance.
“Shit! Fuck! Give a man warning, doc. I don’t want to come so soon!”
“You ever read the Kama Sutra?” Pani teased his buddy, “There is a whole section on how to control yourself.”
“You fucking Indians and the Katra Suma… whatever.”
CHAPTER 5
Blindfolded, Joslin could still imagine the look of frustration on Jacob’s face: sweat beads and all. She was feeling quite a bit the same at the moment. Between the dig
its edging her hole, the cock teasing her slick pussy, and the hands which were now pulling and tweaking her nipples rather harshly, she was ready to explode in a quivering orgasmic wave.
“She’s close,” Ian’s lips caressed the muscle of her shoulder as he spoke over her skin.
That was all Jacob needed, or rather more than he needed, to hear. No matter his intention, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands slid back to grip the soft flesh of her ass and pull her down onto his cock. She yelped as his nails pierced her skin, then yelped again as his cock ripped deeper through her passage, reaching greater depths with her on top. Her spine stiffened as her climax followed his, his warm spunk coated her inner walls and leaked over Pani’s fingers, which were now tightened around Jacob's cock, keeping the other man lodged within her.
She’d wanted something new and this was definitely it.
At last, her body cooled and her limbs fell loose on either side of her. Her head lolled, her chin falling to her chest. She was breathing deeply, sated and yet still excited. She thrummed with a new intensity. Under her, Jacob lifted her off him and placed her onto her hands and knees beside him.