SOLD: an MFM menage (Double Delights Book 1)

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by Gisele St. Claire


  The difference between Brandon and H became clear. Night and day. Brandon was focused on my pleasure, not his own. Oh he wanted to come, but he was intending to wait until I’d had several orgasms myself first. He backed me onto the bed and pulled off my thong, situating himself between my thighs and licking up my slit. I bucked up off the bed as his lips wrapped around and sucked hard on my little nub. He brought every nerve to life.

  “Oh, Christ.”

  My skin erupted in goose bumps as he teased my hard nub with his tongue and alternated this with probing my cunt. His stubble brushed against my folds, adding to the sensations. I grabbed the top of his head in my hands pushing him closer to my core as I felt my first orgasm building. I fell apart over his face, shudders erupting.

  “Fuck, Tiff, you came so hard. I could feel you shaking against my mouth.”

  He dove back down and feasted on my cum. When he raised his head again his chin was glistening with my juices. He grabbed my head and kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue.

  “You’re sweet like fucking honey. I could taste you all day.”

  Next he feasted on my breasts, removing my bra and sucking hard on each peak, while his fingers pinched my clit. I felt so fucking naughty as I bucked wildly against his hand.

  “Bounce my tits around. Grab them, squeeze them.” I begged.

  He sat astride me and pushed one of my breasts upwards. “Have you ever licked your own tits?”

  “No.” I blushed. It seemed so wrong to even consider it.

  “Do it now. I want to watch you. I want you to finger yourself while you suck and lick your own tits.” He sat back on the bed.

  I sat up and rested against his headboard. I moved myself onto my knees and spread my thighs apart. I grabbed my left breast in my left hand and pushed it upwards towards my mouth, leaning my neck over and licking the pink bud. I could just reach my nipple with my tongue and I flicked it. Then I placed the fingers of my right hand into my wet pussy. My juices pooled down onto the sheets making a wet patch.

  I took a look at Brandon. His cock was in his hand. It looked painfully distended. All purple and enormous. He slowly rubbed his hand back and forth against his shaft. I took in his washboard abs and I closed my eyes and imagine it was Brandon on my breast.

  “No. Open your eyes.” He commanded. “I want you to know it’s you licking yourself and playing with your pussy.”

  He must have read my mind.

  So I did as requested. God, what do I look like to him? My knees splayed apart as I showed him my wet, pink snatch, complete with landing strip pubes. I pushed two fingers inside me while I used my thumb to flick across my bud. I feasted on my own tit making a noise that wouldn’t go wrong in a porno. “Mmmm.”

  “Talk dirty to yourself.”

  I juggled my tits. “Come on baby girl, lick your tit. Oh god, oh yes.” I spoke to myself out loud, then took my breast back in my mouth and nuzzled it. Then continued my dirty talk. “Oh, your fucking juices are spilling all over my fingers. Fuck me, god yes, fuck me. I wanna come so bad.”

  I looked around his room and my eyes fixed on something. “Can I get up off the bed and do something?”

  “As long as it’s hot and makes you come like a hurricane.”

  I moved over to the edge of his bed where there was a narrow bedpost. I sank my cunt on it and watched as the post disappeared inside me.

  “Oh fuck. I’m never going to get that vision out of my mind.” Brandon groaned.

  I moved myself up and down on the post, flicking my clit at the same time.

  “Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming Brandon. I’m going to come so hard.”

  I bucked and shook over the post, then lifted myself off and lay across the bed, my chest heaved with my heavy breathing.

  “Fuck, that was hot.”

  “It’s your turn.” I told him. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

  “No. I want it straight inside you, filling you to the hilt.” He growled. Brandon leaned over to the partly opened drawer and extracted a condom, quickly sheathing himself and then he plunged into me. I was so wet he slid straight in. I was so damn sensitive from my recent orgasm and I was on the edge after a minute then climaxed again. Brandon rested his cock against me for a moment while I recovered. Then he slowly began to slide in and out of me, going deeper with each thrust. He pushed my thighs further apart. The top of my thighs ached I was stretched so wide. He pushed my legs up so my knees were bent and held an ankle in each hand. “Are you ready for me? I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

  I nodded eagerly. I couldn’t get enough of his cock and the orgasms he was giving me. I was insatiable and craved more.

  He slammed inside my walls completely filling me.

  “Oh God.” I screamed.

  He thrust further inside me and even harder. I came up off the bed he was so rough, yet I wanted more.

  “Fuck me, fuck me harder, with your massive cock.”

  “Yeah baby, tell me what you want.”

  “I want to feel you cum. I want to feel your balls tighten and you erupt.”

  “Won’t be long baby. You’re so tight. I can’t last much longer.”

  He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of me. I screamed, “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He grunted and groaned. “Oh fuck, fuck, your tight pussy.” He tightened and then flooded the condom with his cum; a loud gutteral cry escaped his mouth. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

  “That was amazing, baby girl. I’ve never had a fuck like that in my life.”

  Brandon slipped out of me and removed the condom and headed for the bathroom. I turned over and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, he slipped into the bed behind me and spooned himself around my back as we fell asleep.

  I opened my eyes and saw the bedside clock. It was just past midnight. I felt Brandon’s erect cock between my ass cheeks. He rubbed himself there.

  “I’ve never done that.” I whispered. “I don’t think there’s any way I could take your huge cock there.”

  “We can work up to it,” he whispered back.

  His arm that rested around my front, against my belly, started to move and his fingers once again trailed a path down to my pussy. In minutes I was soaking wet again. He smeared a finger in my juices and then moved his arm around to my rear. He placed his digit against my puckered hole. I tensed. “Relax. It’s only my finger.”

  I breathed slowly and felt myself relax. He rubbed my wetness against my asshole and then began to push his digit inside. At first I felt myself clench around his finger, but then as I relaxed my breathing, my anus relaxed and his finger pushed right in.

  “See, you did it. How does it feel?” He asked me.

  “Fine. I feel a little naughty having something in there. What does it feel like to you?”

  “I can feel your ass walls, they’re kind of spongy. I want my dick inside there sometime. I need you to know that. Can I try another finger?”

  “Yes.”

  He took his finger out and then pushed two in. Again my body accepted it without a problem. He pulled them out and pulled me so I was on my back half resting against his hip. The fingers of his other hand splayed against my pussy and he strummed my clit, then dipped in and out of my channel. His hand was behind me and he pushed fingers into my asshole again. “Baby, you have three in there now. I’m going to fuck you with three fingers in your ass and three fingers in your wet pussy.”

  “Oh yes, please.”

  I bucked against him as he began his ministrations. He co-ordinated the thrusts so they happened simultaneously. My ass felt full. His fingers felt deeper than the ones in my cunt. I thrusted my hips up and down taking in all the new sensations.

  “You like it up your ass don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  I let my imagination fly and pictured H in my cunt and Brandon in my ass. I came hard within a minute of that fantasy.

  “Oh baby. I need to fuck you again.


  He moved me on top of him and I moved astride him and grabbed hold of his dick, sinking it inside me. It felt so good. Again I was soaked and my wetness dripped onto his stomach. He trailed his fingers in it and then pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Taste yourself. That’s all for me.” I sucked on his fingers and then when he slipped them out I tipped my head back. I grasped hold of my tits and as I bounced up and down on his cock. Brandon pulled my hands away. “That is a sight to see baby, those massive tits bouncing around right in front of my eyes. I feel like I’m in a porno movie.”

  I smiled thinking that I’d had the same thought earlier. My thighs were beginning to burn with the effort of bouncing up and down. I needed him to coach me at the gym as well as in bed. It was okay for him and his gym, sculptured body. Jesus, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a workout like this!

  He grabbed hold of my ass cheeks, holding them apart and groaned as I continued to move, this time circling my hips a little so I pivoted around on him.

  “Oh yeah, keep doing that. God yeah, just like that. Don’t change a thing.”

  I felt the pressure of my orgasm building once again and I exploded, my pussy spurting out a large amount of liquid. Fuck, I must have pissed. Hope he wasn’t offended by water sports!

  He pulled out his dick and sprayed his cum all over my tits. It ran down between my breasts and onto my stomach. Brandon grabbed my hips and moved me to one side, then he leaned over the bed and grabbed his t-shirt. He wiped off my stomach and breasts and then between my legs. After that he wiped his own cock, then leaned back against the bed, a massive, satisfied grin on his face.

  “I’m so sorry,” I apologised, looking guilty. “I’ve never wet myself before during sex. I must have lost complete control.”

  “Baby,” he gathered me into his arms. “You didn’t pee, you squirted. Not many women can do that. Have you heard of it?”

  “Oh my God, I did? Yeah I’ve heard of it, but didn’t really know what it was. Are you sure I did?”

  He kissed my forehead. “You did, and I am so fucking honored that it was your first time.”

  “I had lots of firsts today.” I told him. “First time anything went up my ass too.”

  “I hoped you would be up for that.” He said. “I have something I bought earlier. Can I give it to you and maybe take a photo? I have a Polaroid.”

  “I think you should show me what you bought first.”

  He opened his bedside drawer again and drew out a box. Then he removed the box lid and took out something shiny. I saw that he held a silver object in his hand. He covered one end of it up with his closed fingers but the other end had a small silver ball visible.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “It’s a butt plug.” He explained. “I’d really like to put it in you and take a photo.”

  “I’m not sure.” I said. “I don’t mind trying the plug but I don’t know about the photo.”

  “I will take two. One for us both to remember tonight. I will just take a shot of your hole wearing it and you’ll see a bit of your ass cheeks. No one will see it and no one would know it was you if they did. Please? I want to jack off while looking at it.”

  “You mean you have the energy for more?” My eyes widened.

  “When it comes to you it would appear I can’t stop.” He answered.

  “Okay.” I told him. “For your eyes only.”

  He put the ball in front of my mouth and asked me to suck on it. “Lube it up baby.”

  I sucked on the cold metal. Then he withdrew it. “I’ll just get some lube.”

  After a minute, I felt a cold wetness as his finger teased my puckered hole, slipping some of the lube inside me.

  “Bend over on all fours.” He requested, and I did so.

  I felt the cold of the ball against my asshole and then he pushed it slowly in. Again I felt full.

  “God, it looks so beautiful. Stay there while I take the pics.” He moved from the bed and I heard a door open, which I presumed was his closet. He got back on the bed and I heard the shutter of the camera twice.

  He pulled out the butt plug and put it back in the box and back in his drawer. We waited for the photo to appear on the film. He put on a pair of low rise lounge pants and I visited the bathroom to clean myself up and then quickly got dressed. I noted that I had to hold my dress together with my hands between here and my own bedroom.

  “Thank you for tonight. I hope it’s the first of many dates.” Brandon whispered, as he moved himself against my body and kissed me. “I really like you Tiff, and that was before the amazing, mind-blowing sex.”

  “I had a great time too, but now I’m exhausted and need my bed or I won’t be able to work tomorrow. Keeping me up late.” I pretended to scold him.

  “I think actually you kept me up,” he winked.

  He walked me out of his room and I headed toward the door, slipping my heels onto my feet before I left.

  He pushed the photo into my hand after not letting me look at it before.

  “Wait until you’re in your bedroom on your own.” He whispered.

  “Okay.”

  We kissed again for a while in the doorway, before I backed away from him with a groan. My lips felt swollen and I ached between my legs. “I have to go. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

  “Yes, we’ll make another date. I’ll message you.”

  I headed back to my own apartment.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised both Kayla and Haley were in their rooms, presumably asleep. I didn’t want twenty-questions at this time in the morning and my legs could barely hold me up. I was too tired to even brush my teeth and put on pjs. I placed the photo down on my bedside table, shrugged out of my dress and climbed straight under the covers in just my undies. Then I picked up the photo.

  It was indeed just a photo showing the cheeks of my ass and the butt plug in between. What I hadn’t seen however, as it was covered by Brandon’s clenched fingers was the end of the plug had a jewelled embellishment. Shining out of my ass was a diamond encrusted silver star.

  I put it down to coincidence, dropped the photo into my top drawer and placing my head on my pillow and fell asleep in seconds.

  Chapter 8

  Tiffany

  I was in love.

  I wasn’t kidding.

  I was seriously, head-over-heels in love with Brandon Bailey.

  The only time we had spent apart for the last few months or so had been on my Monday girl nights and when he had classes and gym sessions to run. Other than that we had dated and fucked. It was sheer bliss. Who would have thought when the new neighbour moved in that he would become my guy! Certainly not me. I had an extra bounce in my step which meant I was owning it at work too. My commissions were HUGE this month.

  So, why was I still thinking of three-ways?

  Chapter 9

  H

  I watched her still.

  She had no idea.

  She was too busy falling in love.

  It’s what I wanted for her. Marriage, babies, the white picket fence.

  I couldn’t give her that.

  Anything else she desired, yes.

  But, not that.

  That part of me would always belong to my wife.

  I could love Tiffany, though it would hurt.

  But I couldn’t give her the world. I already gave that to someone else.

  And now they’re out of reach, and my everything was still with them.

  Chapter 10

  Tiffany

  Brandon was working and the girls were both going out. I was going to S.

  I wanted to visit the place on my own. No Kayla to distract me. No one to follow me around. I intended to observe tonight. I wanted to know what happened in those rooms and I definitely wanted to see tonight’s show.

  I changed into a black jumpsuit with a silver chain belt and placed silver heels on my feet. The jumpsuit had a deep V at the front so I made sure I was secured with tit-tape.
The key would look like a carefully chosen accessory. I ordered a cab and within the hour I was back inside the club, drinking a Bellini.

  The auction tonight was different. The only thing to bid for was the stage itself. A couple won the bidding and once again at one am, we gathered around to watch the show.

  The man who I pictured to be in his early fifties came out onto the stage dressed as an aristocrat. He was wore a black suit with a waistcoat. He had on a white shirt with an upturned collar, and a black tie. When his partner came on dressed in a long black dress with a white pinafore over and a frilly cap-like thing atop her head, I guessed these two had a serious obsession with Downton Abbey.

  “I’ve brought your tea, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Mary. You look chilled. Please, take a seat by the fire.”

  Mary looked towards the imaginary fire and knelt in front of it.

  “I am so cold, Sir. You will catch your death outside, so be sure to wrap up warm should you venture out.”

  “You’re so kind, Mary. Come here and sit beside me in my chair. It’s much more comfortable than the floor.”

  Yeah, come here so I can stick my cock in your throat.

  Mary walked over to her Master and tried to sit in the chair on the stage but there wasn’t enough room. She ended up sitting on his knee.

  “I apologise Mary, you’re sitting atop me in this manner has made me hard. I hope you aren’t offended. It is a sign of my attraction to you.”

  “I’m not offended at all, Sir. I’d be very honored if you’d let me see it. I’ve often wondered what one looks like.”

  “You’ve never seen a phallus, Mary?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Well, let me show you.”

  Sir dropped his trousers to the floor and kicked them away. Then he pulled down his briefs and freed his member. “You may touch it, Mary.”

  Mary grasped his cock and stroked her hand up and down it in a very practised manner for someone who’d never seen one before. I looked around me. People were really getting into the scene, but it wasn’t doing anything for me at all, yet I carried on watching.

 

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