SOLD: an MFM menage (Double Delights Book 1)

by Gisele St. Claire

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  The auction was about to begin. The emcee took the microphone and explained that a private bid had been entered for this evening and so the stage was sold. Then a gentleman walked up to our table and asked us to follow him. We walked through a side door, down a corridor and into a room that resembled a fitting room in a store. There were shelves of different clothes, but looking at them closely, they were costumes of different kinds.

  “If you could stay in here to change, Mrs. Bailey, your outfit for the evening is in the white box.” He nodded towards a large, rectangular shaped white box which was wrapped in a black ribbon. “I will be back for you in about ten minutes, please enjoy the refreshments. Mr. Bailey, if you could follow me next door.”

  Brandon kissed me on the mouth. “I’ll see you soon.”

  I took a drink and looked at what was in the box. I lifted it up, walked to the chaise longue in the corner of the room and took a seat. I then untied the bow and removed the lid. I carefully pulled back white tissue paper to reveal a black wet look PVC bustier and matching panties. There was also a pair of what must be six inch stilettos in black patent. I would be lucky if I could walk down the corridor in them. H totally had a thing for sex with a woman in high heels. There was a note in the box asking for me to tie my hair back in a ponytail and a black band in the box to secure it. I walked over to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Having a fitness instructor husband agreed with me. My body was tanned from our honeymoon and toned from all the swimming we had done, plus the gym sessions I attended a couple of times each week, hitching a ride in with the hubby. It was hard to stay away when the instructor was so hot!

  Finally ready, I poured myself a glass of the champagne on ice and nibbled on a couple of the strawberries on the silver platter at the side. I didn’t intend to eat much here as I was waiting for my main course on the stage.

  There was a knock at the door. “Mrs. Bailey, are you ready?”

  “I am.”

  The gentleman came back in. To his credit he treated me as if I was fully dressed and asked me to follow him again. I thought we would be getting Brandon from his room as well, but apparently not. I walked very slowly and carefully down the corridor in the stupidly high heels and finally I was asked to climb a few steps where there was a side door. Apparently that would take me onto the stage.

  “What about my husband?”

  “The men are already on stage, Mrs. Bailey.” He pointed to a hook at the side of the door. “When your performance is finished, I will be waiting here with this robe for you and will escort you to the aftercare room.”

  “After care?”

  “Yes, it has a shower so you can freshen up. I will move your clothes there while you are on stage.”

  “Thank you..?”

  “Mitchell, Mrs. Bailey. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier.”

  “Thank you, Mitchell. I’m Tiffany.”

  He held open the door for me and I walked onto the stage.

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  The stage was bright but the audience were in muted tones of darkness, with the bar backlit at the rear. I thought I would be overwhelmed at everyone watching but it was hard to actually make out any of the faces. Anyway, I didn’t care. This was what I had been asking for, for a month or so now. To make it onto the stage at S and perform in front of everyone. I had asked for a smorgasbord of my deepest, darkest fantasies and that was my present, our present, from H.

  On the stage was a bed. On the bed were red satin sheets, all the better to slip and slide across. The ultimate in a girl’s wet dream, yet far too impractical to actually make it onto my bed at home. Lying on that bed was my husband. He had a leather mask across his eyes and was wearing a leather thong. Sitting on a chair at the left hand side of the bed was H. Dressed in a suit.

  “You’re late. Our entertainment was booked for midnight. What sort of a whore are you that doesn’t keep to time? If you charge by the hour, you need to arrive on the hour.” H barked.

  “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” I said in a quiet voice.

  “Hmm, maybe we’ll send you back. Unless you can state why we shouldn’t?”

  I had no clue as to what would happen on the stage, so I made it up as I went along. “Because I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything? What do you think B?” He turned to Brandon.

  Brandon sat up and leered at my body.

  “She’s hot, let’s keep her. I had an idea for later.”

  “Well, she must be punished for arriving late.” H walked over to a drawer and brought out what appeared from the black fronds to be a flogger. I stared at his hand. The handle was glass and sparkled under the light. It was a dildo, a glass dildo. He handed the flogger to Brandon.

  “Okay, we tossed a coin and B is the first to get to play with you. I’m going to sit back over here and watch. You’d better be worth it.”

  Brandon moved off the bed slowly and his eyes raked over my body like a predator. “Remove your panties.” He commanded. “Then sit on the edge of the bed.”

  I walked over to the bed and dropped and stepped out of my panties. Brandon picked them up and threw them to H. “Something for you to play with while I play with her.”

  H lifted the panties up to his nose and sniffed the hem which I knew was already soaked with my juices. “She smells divine, as you’ll know when you’re tonguing her pussy.”

  Brandon knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed my thighs wide apart. He sat to one side so my glistening, wet cunt was on display to the crowd watching. “So wet,” he growled. “But, your punishment first.”

  He held the flogger in his right hand and gently whipped it over my cunt. It tickled and my clit responded with a jolt like an electric shock. As he repeated the motion I tried and arched my wet pussy up towards it.

  “Keep your ass on the bed. If you do that again your punishment will only get worse.” I was dying to know what that worse punishment would be so I raised my hips up again.

  Brandon stopped what he was doing, reached and grabbed my ponytail and dragged me onto my feet. “I warned you.” Now lie across my knees.

  I positioned myself so my ass was high in the air. Brandon brought the flogger down on my ass cheek, but did it hard this time so it stung. I whimpered. “Good girl, keep quiet and take your punishment.” He smacked me another four times. I could feel heat radiating through my ass cheek.

  “I think that’s enough. Now it’s time for my own pleasure. Lower my thong and suck my cock.”

  I dropped back onto my knees. Brandon stood in front of me. We were sideways on stage to the audience so they could see our actions. Brandon’s eleven inch cock protruded, hard as a rock and I took him into my mouth and expertly gave him head. I tongued the underside of his shaft, pumped the base with my hand and sucked hard. He fucked my mouth hard, holding my hair by my ponytail once more. My head bobbed up and down with the motions of the blow job he was receiving. “I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it all.” His seed spilled into my mouth and I swallowed and then licked around my lips. He withdrew his cock and patted me on top of my head. “Well, you are a good girl after all. I think I may allow you to come now.”

  He picked the flogger back up and sitting back on the edge of the bed he put his fist on the bed so that the glass dildo was standing straight up. “You can do all the work. Fuck it.”

  I moved onto my knees on the bed so I was positioned just over the dildo. Then I sank myself down onto it. It was cold and it made me shiver as it entered my pussy. The combination and the fact it was so hard made my cunt clench around it. I could care less that I had an audience. All I searched for right then was my orgasm, because I was so fucking wet right now.

  “Do not close your eyes. Watch yourself fuck it.” Brandon demanded.

  My eyes looked down and I watched myself come up off the dildo. It was dripping with my cum. In fact my cum pooled onto Brandon’s hand as he held the base of the dildo. “Please may
I touch my breasts?” I asked.

  “You may.”

  I pushed a hand down the right cup of my bustier and I pinched and tweaked my nipple as I continued to fuck the dildo. My breath came out in short, sharp pants as I pumped up and down on the glass cock. “Oh, god, oooooooohhh.” I jerked as my pussy pulsated. Brandon pulled the glass cock away and my legs buckled and I sank onto the bed.

  Brandon got up and walked over to H, handing him the glass dildo. “Your turn. I want to watch for a while.”

  H slowly moved out of the chair and slipped off his suit jacket. He stood in front of me, unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and tossed it on the floor. Then he demanded that I unfastened his pants and free his cock. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Another giant cock was in front of me and I wanted to snack on it.

  “Get on all fours on the bed so your ass is pointing at me,” he ordered.

  Now my puckered ass was on display to the whole audience.

  “Time to introduce your new friend to another receptive hole.”

  He pushed the dildo into my tight asshole and once I was relaxed around it, he thrust it firmly into my ass. God it felt good. He fisted his cock with his free hand while he hammered my ass. I could hear the noise of him doing it. The noise stopped and my bustier was unfastened at the back. It fell off around my waist. My breasts swung like gigantic pendulums.

  “I’m ready.” H informed Brandon.

  H removed the dildo and threw onto the stage floor.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him towards the floor at the very front of the stage.

  “So, B, what was your hot idea?” He asked.

  “A spit-roast.” He answered.

  I’m guided onto all fours and H positioned his cock in front of my mouth. Brandon at my rear.

  “We’re all going to come together.” H informed me.

  I tried to imagine what this looked like to the audience. I was sideways, completely naked with my huge tits hanging down. When they fucked me they would swing all over. I had one massive cock teasing my lips with pre-cum being rubbed into them and another was teasing the entrance of my pussy.

  “Ready?” H asked Brandon.

  “Yes.”

  And they entered me. With a tandem rhythm they worked their cocks in deeper. I deep throated H while my pussy gushed around my husband’s cock. I felt my breasts, freed from their constraints, bouncing around. I looked up at H and he watched my breasts. Our performance was polished and I yielded to the pleasure that coursed through my body. H was the first to reach his pinnacle. His balls retreated, his cock tightened and he exploded all over my face, his hot, sticky cum ran down my cheeks and onto my chin. Then Brandon pinched my clit and that sent me over the edge. I shuddered around his dick as I felt his own cum spill inside me. A few moments later after we gained control we all stood up and faced the stage. Cocks still dripped, cum still ran down my chin and from my cunt. Our most intimate selves were on display in front of a hundred or so people. They broke out into applause. The lights rose and I saw that so many of them were half dressed themselves. Fingers were in pussies, cocks were in mouths, pussies and asses. The doors opened at the edges of the club and patrons made their way over, ready to continue the party for many more hours.

  But we were finished, for now. For ever? I didn’t know. The arrangement had been a fantasy lived out but now a reality was starting. We wanted to start planning a family and Brandon and I had agreed we would finish on a high. H had just accepted our notice. He didn’t think we would return to the scene afterwards. He thought it was out of my system, though he did say the door might be open if we came back later, but his own life was moving on and he might seek fresh adventures of his own.

  Our finale then could not have been any finer, played out on the stage in front of a captive audience.

  The curtains dropped. H took my hand, dropped a kiss there and walked away.

  As I walked behind him I was handed my robe and helped down so I didn’t fall down the stairs, still in those goddamn heels. “Damn woman, I thought I only had to carry you over the threshold, not down club corridors too.” Brandon threw me over his shoulder and spanked my ass as we headed towards the shower room.

  BEG ME

  My stepbrother, Aiden, was all I had left. After he inherited his father’s multi-million dollar company, we entered a partnership. It wasn’t what I’d pictured. He wanted me to make the best use of my assets and paraded me in front of his business associates.

  Then I saw him. Lucas Ferris. He wasn’t like the others who were middle-aged and pot-bellied. He was sex on a stick. Six foot four with inky black hair. I swear he smoldered when he looked at me. I did my work for Aiden that night and left, returned to my room and went to bed. But the door opened later that night and I discovered that my stepbrother sold my virginity to Mr. Ferris and he was here to collect.

  My revenge, when it comes, will be brutal and Aiden will discover he underestimated his sister. As for Mr Ferris, well, he’s doing things to my body that I never thought I wanted but craved so much...

  If you’re looking for a panty-melting read with a hot as hell male, a feisty female, and a twist you won’t see coming, then read the first two chapters free!

  Copyright © 2017 by Author Gisele St. Claire. All rights reserved.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Chapter 1

  "Why are we here Aiden? This is our family cabin, where we shared memories with Mom and Dad, not a place for business deals." She asked standing in the doorway getting ready to leave and go for a swim.

  Her step-brother gave her a scolded look as he passed by and entered the foyer of the multi-million dollar cabin. "I don't want to have to tell you again Reagan. You know damn well why we're here. This is the biggest deal of my fucking life, our life and I have to seal it. You will fucking play your part... no questions asked! Do you understand?"

  Her eyes fell to the floor to avoid eye contact with his angry eyes. She hated being a pawn in all of her brother's business deals. Being used like a commodity but in the end, she always went along with it. She walked into the living room that was floor to ceiling windows and looked out at the beautiful lake below.

  Reagan Kade didn't normally make practice of lusting after her big brother's business associates. In fact, to her brother, they were supposed to be lusting after her while he herded them into signing his business deals. It was a partnership between the two that started only a year ago.

  "Rule number one, always make the best use of your assets, Reagan," her brother would tell her. 'Her assets' meant her looks and her body. Something she didn't lack. She had lush curves and ample breasts, which always drew the eye of both male and females. She could have easily passed for a runway model with her flawless and stunning looks. When her brother's associates were busy ogling her perky tits, they always lost concentration on the business at hand. At first, it hadn't been like that. Aiden had always requested that she be present while he conducted business but when she grew tired of it, Reagan expressed that she wasn't going to be his toy anymore, that is until the night he sat her down and gave her an ultimatum. It was either she be their distraction or she was cut out of the family business that he now controlled. That was an easy decision overall and it wasn't hurting anything or anyone as long as there was no physi
cal contact. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a choice.

  This weekend though was different. Normally they would stay at their family mansion located in La Jolla, California but when Aiden told her they were flying out to Lake Tahoe to stay at the family cabin, it raised suspicion. The cabin wasn't a place for business negotiations; it was a place of family memories. But, Lucas Ferris had come to stay with them for the weekend and talk business so Reagan agreed to play hostess. Her brother Aiden had also made a huge fuss about her wardrobe and picked out certain outfits that she would wear for the weekend which was completely out of the norm.

  She didn't argue, though. When her mother, Carey remarried she was only ten and Reagan loved her new family, specifically her big brother who was twelve years older than her. Aiden and her new step-father, Sean had always treated her like blood right from the beginning but when they were both killed in a car accident eighteen months ago Reagan was crushed and terrified. She had already lost her biological father when she was a toddler and now she only had her older step brother to care for her which wouldn't be an issue financially because Aiden had inherited his father's multi-million dollar land developer company. Reagan’s biggest fear was to be alone, no family and she swore to god that would not happen.

  As she had looked over at Mr. Ferris earlier in the day she noticed he wasn't like the other business men her brother usually invited to their house. His usual business associates were older, pot-bellied and ready to keel over or at least had one foot in the grave, but Ferris didn't look a day over thirty. Okay, maybe thirty-five. She had met him a few times previous in her California home. He was extremely fit and muscular and had inky black hair just long enough that you could run your hands through. He looked to be at least six foot four and had a smoldering intense sex on a stick type of look. Handsome didn't justify his looks at all with that deep-skin tan and smoldering deep-set eyes that were dark orbs of blue.