MENAGE: Taken by the Billionaires (MMF New Adult Menage Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire New Adult Menage Humor Short Stories)

by Julia Sparks

  As I relaxed, Pulley and Goldsmith walked into the room, wearing nothing but swimming trunks. I almost had a nosebleed as I stared at them. I always expected billionaires to be too busy with work to be able to work out, but these two were packing underneath those suits. Their arms, abs, and legs were well-defined, sporting enough muscle to impress but not enough to make them look like meatheads. These two were the ideal men, and the idea of this probably being a one-night fling made me a bit upset.

  There was a TV embedded in the wall, and as they stepped in, Pulley turned it on. A softcore romance began playing, and the two sat beside me, with Pulley on my left and Goldsmith on my right.

  Conveniently, the romance was in the middle of a sex scene, where the protagonist was feeling up her lover. I looked to my left and right, unsure of which to take. I knew there had to be one, and-

  When I thought this, Pulley and Goldsmith’s hands grabbed my shoulders and began rubbing them. I turned around, only for Goldsmith to pull me in. Before I knew it, my tongue mingled with a billionaire’s, and the man was an amazing kisser. Meanwhile, Pulley’s hand ghosted down my top, and I felt him playing with my breasts. As I made out with Goldsmith, I let out a gasp. I pulled away from Goldsmith and Pulley removed his hand.

  “Why are the both of you-?” I tried to ask, but I was lost for words.

  “Simple,” Goldsmith replied, some of my drool dripping from his mouth. “As owners, we share everything. I told Pulley that if we every find a girl who’s ideal for both of us, we can both have her. We do believe in polyamory.”

  I wanted to jump out of the hot tub and draw the line. That was insane! I couldn’t become the object of two men at once. However, my body screamed in pleasure. Perhaps that was just the attitude I was conditioned with. I grew up with conservative parents, and they taught me that sex was this horrible thing. Naturally, I rebelled in college, but even I had my limits, and this was hitting the taboo side.

  “Is there something wrong?” Pulley asked, turning on the jets. I heard noises of pleasure coming from the TV as the sex scene was at its climax. I felt someone’s hand go down my pants, feeling me down there. Pulley kissed me on the cheek and then I replied.

  “No,” I admitted. It was my turn. I pushed my mouth against Pulley’s and we started kissing like two wild teenagers. While we swapped our spit, Goldsmith unclasped my top. It didn’t take much for my breasts to pop out, and they were ripe, their buds rounded and ready for action. Goldsmith grabbed one and began tugging on it delicately. I arched my back against the hot tub, letting the two have their way with me. I began sweating even more, not just from the hot tub, and I felt lightheaded. The two noticed this, and they stopped.

  “Why don’t we take this to the bed?” Pulley asked as I pulled away.

  “We can have lots of fun,” Goldsmith added.

  How could I refuse these two? I stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around me. As I made my way to the bedroom, I removed the towel once I stepped in front of the mirror. I could tell that my body was craving them. My womanhood was blooming and soaking wet, and my nipples pointed firmly. I made my way to the bed and waited for the playboys to come. As they approached me, I tried making a seductive pose, but knew that I probably failed.

  They removed their towels, pulled down their boxers, and jumped on the bed. As they stood up, I looked at their cocks with glee. Goldsmith’s was longer, but Pulley had the girth. I looked at both, unsure of which to tackle first. I ended up gravitating towards Pulley, opening my mouth in hunger. I suckled on the tip of his cock, tasting his sweat. My hand went towards Goldsmith’s, and I wrapped it around his cock. As I began sucking Pulley, I jacked Goldsmith off at a slow pace. The two began panting, and I realized that I was doing something right.

  As I shoved more of Pulley down my throat, I felt like a slut. I had my wild moments in college, but nothing like this. Two billionaires were turning me into their sex slave, and I felt great about it. With my free hand, I gave my clitoris a rub and then touched my entrance. I was soaked down there. I swallowed more of pulley and began moving my mouth at a faster pace, Pulley moaning. I sped up masturbating Goldsmith, and soon both men were at their limits. Pulley made one strong thrust and I felt his sperm flood the inside of my mouth, splattering over my teeth, tongue, and down my throat. As I pulled out, I faced Goldsmith. His load hit me in multiple pumps, soaking my face, chest, and hair. I licked everything up, both of their sperm in my mouth. With a mighty gulp, I felt satisfied.

  “Now it’s your turn to make me go wild,” I purred at them.

  But to my surprise, the two jumped off the bed and put their clothes on. “It’s getting a bit late, and you got me off so much that I feel tired. I don’t know about Ethan over there,” Goldsmith explained, “But I’m beat.”

  “Besides that,” Pulley added, “We love teasing you. That’s just a taste of us. You’re amazing, and we’d love for you to live with us as our lover. You don’t have to pay anything, but you just need to help us unwind every so often.”

  Before I knew it, I had to put on my clothes and leave my room, my keycard swiped from me. As I stepped out, the tension in my body was rising, but I couldn’t satisfy it. All they gave me were their numbers, telling me that when I made my decision to call them before they left.

  Chapter Five

  Thankfully, I didn’t need a keycard to leave the VIP floor, so I took the elevator, sighing at the fact that I couldn’t return once I went down. My body was still in maximum overdrive, but my brain worked just fine. Those two had me wrapped around their fingers, and I didn’t know what to do. On paper, their offer was a one-way ticket to heaven on earth. I would be well-fed, get anything I wanted, and all my desires would be satisfied every night. There would be no work, no stress, and I could spend my free time reading books or watching shows.

  It sounded good, but I was still unsure. Even though I loved time off, I hated the idea of freeloading, even if they wanted me to. I still wanted to go to college and start my own business path, and not leech on someone else. Plus, there was my family. They would definitely disown me if I did this, and wouldn’t take me back if things went sour. I was never that close to them, but we were in a stable relationship, and I would hate to ruin it.

  When I returned to my room, I didn’t sleep much. I tried going to bed, but the tension kept growing. I brought my vibrator with me, and I tried getting myself off with it, pretending that it belonged to one of them. Even though I reached climax, the tension was still there. I tossed, turned, and flipped over like a hamburger. For such an easy decision, it was quite difficult.

  I woke up and put on my staff badge. Sunday, the crowd began thinning out, and I waved goodbye to all the attendees. I didn’t see Pulley and Goldsmith anywhere, and I wondered where they could be. Probably in their hotel room, packing up.

  I just didn’t know what I should do. All signs pointed to me going, but they also lived in California, and this was in New York. I would hate to leave everyone behind. True, getting a plane ticket back home would be easy, but the distance still intimidated me.

  As the closing ceremonies ended, I reached for my phone. I began recalling Pulley and Goldsmith’s speech, which told me to take advantage of the situation at hand. I was about to do that. I called the first number in my contacts list, and Goldsmith answered.

  “So, I see that you want to be our lover,” Goldsmith asked.

  “Maybe I do,” I replied. “But tell me something, can I still go to college and all that jazz?”

  “Of course,” he replied. “We can transfer you and get you enrolled in the most prestigious college that’s available. We like a girl with some brains. All tuition will be paid, of course.”

  I smiled. “Very well. And what about my friends and family?”

  “Just ask us to buy you a ticket home, and you can visit.” This time, Pulley replied.

  The smile soon turned into a schoolgirl grin. “Very well, then I accept. Where are you two?”

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sp; “We’re in our limo, about to arrive at the airport,” Pulley told me. “We’re running late for our flight.”

  “What? I thought you’d stay longer!” I protested.

  “The convention got too boring,” Goldsmith replied. “However, we can order you a ticket for a flight next week, and we’ll pick you up. With that said, we have a few requirements,” Pulley added.

  “Which are?”

  I heard laughing from Goldsmith. “I want you to board the plane in the sluttiest clothes you have possible. From the plane ride to when we pick you up, I want you to plug both your holes with a toy. Take pictures as you do.”

  I wanted to refuse, as the idea of me walking around like that was borderline embarrassing. Forget borderline, it was embarrassing. I wanted to tell them that they crossed a line, that there was no way I would ever do that. But despite my protests, despite me wanting to say no, I listened to the voice deep down. That one little person inside me kept saying that it was a turn-on. Deep down, I loved their sadism, and I wanted to be their kitten, bowing down to their every demands.

  “Yes,” was all I replied.

  “Good. Give us your email and we’ll send you a plane ticket your way.”

  With that, they hung up. The skeptical part of me still believed that they were going to leave me out to dry, that they were two billionaires messing around with a poor girl. An hour later, however, I was proven wrong. I received a confirmation email telling me that my plane ticket was purchased, and I’d be departing in a week. Excitement took over me, and I was restless as I returned to my apartment. They mentioned that they would help break the lease as well, so I already was packing. During the upcoming week, I slowly but surely packed all my essentials. Eventually, I would grab the rest, but if not, no harm done. They could buy me everything I wanted.

  The night before I departed, I found myself in a sex shop. As I flashed my idea, the seedy man behind the counter wondered why I was so eager to look for toys. I found a twin pack of two vibrating bullets, which I bought immediately. As I took them home, I was too excited for what lied tomorrow.

  Chapter Six

  The plane ride was at 9 a.m., so I had to get up hours earlier than usual. Naturally, that meant very little sleep. As if I wasn’t restless enough already. I dressed for the occasion, wearing a cutoff shirt that left no cleavage up for the imagination, revealing my midriff in the process. I also let my hair down and slipped on booty shorts that were too tight for me. When I drove my car there, I thought that I looked like a prostitute. I should have been ashamed for degrading myself, but I felt naughty in the best way possible.

  As I made my way to the airport, I almost considered giving my parents a call to tell them where I was going, but in the end, I scrapped the idea. One day, I’d tell them what happened, but that would be reserved for later. For now, I would leave this city discreetly.

  I grabbed my ticket and made my way through baggage check. Once everything was cleared, I went to the bathroom with my carryon luggage. I locked myself into the stall and pulled out my toys. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I broke through all stigma and pressed the bullet inside my opening. It slid in quite nicely, and that was thanks to my vagina hungering for the two billionaires. Now for the other side.

  I hadn’t done too much anal stimulation in my time, so I had to lube up the bullet. I made sure to rub some on my opening as well. I pushed the bullet against it, and it slid right inside. The sensation felt odd at first, and as I put my clothes on and walked, it soon changed. I could feel my entire body singing a medley that praised what I was doing. I was such a slut, and I was getting off while I walked. I texted a few pictures to them, and then I sat in the waiting room.

  People were giving me odd or perverted stares already, and in my current state, it wasn’t helping me. As I sat down, I felt antsy. I struggled to stay in my spot, since I was getting myself off too much. I imagined both of them inside me at once, and the idea made me almost have an orgasm. It was a relief when the plane finally arrived and it was time to board. Being first class, they put me on first and made it so that I was treated like a celebrity. As I sat in a cushy chair and was provided with a glass of wine, I kicked myself back and succumbed to the pleasure.

  The flight took longer than it should have, and I eventually removed my toys a bit and went to sleep. My body was already aching from how many times I came, and I ended up taking a catnap. When I woke up, it had arrived. I grabbed all my belongings, stopped at the bathroom to put my toys in, and hopped out of the plane.

  When I stepped out of boarding, I saw the two standing to wait for me. Both wore shades and coats, trying their hardest to look discreet. However, it didn’t take a sleuth to know that it was them, if you knew their appearance. Since they weren’t talked about too much except for the business world, they didn’t have to worry.

  As I met them, Goldsmith put his hand over my ass and Pulley grabbed my waist. We began walking towards the exit, some of the people giving us the dirtiest looks. Pulley kissed me, and we were pushing the law of PDA to its limits. It was getting so steamy, and we weren’t even at the car.

  They helped me claim my luggage and then our limo awaited us. As we stepped in the back, the driver greeted us.

  “Good afternoon, masters,” the driver said. She was a blonde woman about my age. Pulley rolled up the window and then we spoke.

  “Just so you know, we have plenty of pretty young women who are our drivers and maids,” Goldsmith explained.

  “They’re just there for our conveniences, and for decoration,” Pulley assured. “You’re our number one girl.”

  I blushed even harder. I honestly didn’t care too much if they used their servants for sex as well, but I wanted to be their numero uno. Call me selfish, but I wanted to be the woman they went to sleep with every night.

  During the drive, we couldn’t contain ourselves. Because all the windows were tinted, there was plenty of foreplay going on. I rubbed the bulges in their pants as they felt my slutty outfit up. At one point, my breasts were exposed, and they sucked on each one hard. I let out a moan and tried containing myself. They promised that everything would happen at home, but it was difficult not turning this into a limo orgy.

  Just when we were at our limit, we had arrived at our destination. The limo pulled up at the gates and the driver inputted the password. The gates swung open and the limo drove through. The mansion came into view, and my eyes sparkled.

  As I expected, the place was huge. Gardens, ponds, swimming pools, rec areas, and everything you could dream of was in the front yard, which led to the mansion. Three stories high and stretching around the large property, it was the home of anyone’s dreams. I had passed by some huge places in my life, but this took the cake and ran with it.

  The limo arrived, and we all came out, their hands down my pants. We entered the polished wooden door and went into the main hallway, a chandelier over our heads.

  “Welcome back, Master Pulley and Goldsmith!”

  Five maids greeted us in unison. Each wore a skimpy maid outfit straight out of a Halloween store, and they all bowed. The billionaires paid them no mind, and as I passed the maids, some gave me the stink eye. I chuckled, feeling like I was a goddess. Most of them looked like rejected porn stars, anyway.

  We walked up the twisted stairs and into the first door on our right, which expanded into the bedroom. In there, I looked at it in awe. The bedroom was about the size of a house itself, making the hotel room they stayed in look like it was nothing. A made bed about the size of the last one was the first thing we laid eyes on.

  “Those maids are fun and all, but it’s time to have a real girl who knows her stuff,” Pulley told me. Goldsmith grabbed me and pushed me on the bed, and both hovered over me. My breasts popped out of my top and my pants were unzipped, so it was easy to undress me. When they laid eyes upon my naked body, they stared at me like predators about to devour fresh meat. I braced myself for what was about to happen.

  First, Pulley loo
ked at my sex, noticing the bullet that poked its head out of there. He pulled it out, the bullet slopping wet, and looked at my ravenous pussy. Pulley lowered his head and faced my womanhood. He buried his face in me, slurping and tasting my juices. I thought that I had reached my limit during the plane ride, but I realized that what I had experienced was just the appetizer. He devoured me, and a moan escaped me. I tried keeping low in the hotel room, as those walls were quite thin, but this was a billionaire’s mansion. No one cared how loud you were.

  While that happened, Goldsmith began fondling my breasts. He lightly sucked on one of them while tugging on the other. I normally didn’t like my breasts played with like that, but his technique drove me mad. I let out a series of shouts, each more defined than the last. The two soon switched, with Goldsmith getting to taste my juices. Meanwhile, Pulley kissed me on the mouth, and I got to taste myself. Just from licking the juices from his lips, I could tell just how much I desired the two.

  Two orgasms in, and we were just getting started. The two undressed, their massive erections almost poking me in the eye. This time, I decided to give both equal treatment. I sucked on Pulley for a bit while jacking off goldsmith, and then switched. I gave both a deeper blowjob as well. I made sure to lick all over and even suck on their testicles, which I could tell were filled with enough ammo to take a horny girl like me down.

  “You’re our little champ,” Pulley cooed. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

  I just looked up like the puppy I was. At this point, I had both their cocks in my hands, and I gave them a light tug. I then began alternating my blowjobs. One would deepthroat me, grabbing my head and slamming it into their cock. Once they removed their cock, a deluge of drool rolling out of my mouth, it would be the other’s turn. During this, I would occasionally finger and rub myself, my juices dripping on the bed. We were all reaching our climaxes. When they came, I had both their heads in my mouth, their cocks juxtaposed together. Their loads blasted in my mouth, and I swallowed it all like a good girl.