by Cara Adams
All of which encouraged him to believe that if Esther wanted to work he should help her achieve her ambition. Most of the companies he dealt with came from interstate, and a few from overseas, but he also worked with various other businesses right here in town, so to those ones, he sent an email asking if they had any job vacancies in their office at the moment. Less than an hour later he received an email in return.
“My PA is going on maternity leave in two weeks and no one wants a twelve-month contract. If you know of someone good, tell them to send me their resume ASAP.”
Kairu wanted to jump up and punch the air. Already! Someone had replied with a possible job already. How awesome was that! He was all set to send an email to Esther with the contact details when he remembered he didn’t know her email address. He couldn’t send her a text message either as he didn’t know her cell phone number. I really need to get my act together. How could I not have her phone number?
Shaking his head at his stupidity, Kairu copied the information onto a sheet of paper and tucked it in his wallet to give her after work at night. Then he settled back in his chair ready to concentrate on his own job. But it was hard when he’d rather think about her. This is the first time in years work hasn’t been my number one priority. Esther is.
* * * *
Esther was getting used to the men spoiling her by cooking meals for her, but it wasn’t very fair when they were working all day and she wasn’t. “I really should cook for you one night soon. Maybe I could do that tomorrow?”
“Would you really? You’d better tell me what ingredients you need in case I need to buy them. If I do, we’ll make it the following day,” said Kairu.
Xola stacked their dirty plates on the sink and cleared the table then lifted her out of her chair, sitting her on the table. “Time for dessert.”
All the breath disappeared from her body as he tugged her jeans down her legs, then pushed her back flat on the table. Kairu’s head was at her pussy and his tongue flicked over her clit. “Oh!”
Xola stayed on the other side of the table, pulling her T-shirt off, then her bra, and finally holding her wrists as she wiggled at Kairu’s touch on her pussy lips. Damn, the man had a talented mouth. The men moved her body a little more, until her ass was resting on the edge of one side of the table, and her head was barely on the other side.
“This is the perfect position for you to deep throat me. Do you know how to do it?” he asked her.
Esther blushed. “My sister and I practiced on a dildo before she got married. It’s a while ago now but likely I can remember how to do it.”
“Let’s see.”
Xola held both her wrists in one hand and unzipped his pants with his other hand, holding his cock at her lips. While Kairu tasted earthy, Xola’s essence was more spicy. She loved that they were so different, each one unique. She also noticed that Xola was controlling the scene. By holding her wrists he wasn’t letting her handle his cock to line it up with her mouth, or monitor how deep he filled her mouth, or even whether she could reach his shaft or his balls. Xola was completely in control.
Esther relaxed back onto the table and let him fill her mouth with his cock. Mmm. He tasted good. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit of his cockhead and drew out some more flavor before sucking harder to keep his pre-cum rising up his shaft. She knew she could trust him. He might push his head deep into her mouth but he’d never let her choke and she was pretty sure she could remember how to control the gag reflex. Actually, she’d been better with the dildo than her sister, although likely her sister had gotten lots of practice since then.
Esther smiled around Xola’s shaft and hollowed her cheeks to suck some more, managing to rub her tongue under the ridge as she did so.
Kairu’s tongue was doing amazing things to her pussy lips and clit. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her and how much pressure to use. Just when she expected a light, delicate touch, he’d nibble along her nether lips, and before she had a chance to get used to that he’d be tongue-fucking her cunt again. She was constantly left breathless and needy, and trying to concentrate on both men at once was a whole lot harder than she’d ever imagined it would be.
Xola inched a little closer to her and fed more of his cock into her mouth, pressing the head against the back of her throat. Esther breathed through her nose and opened the back of her throat, letting him slide down. He didn’t stay there long, pulling his cock up again so she could lick and suck the head, before sinking deeper once more. Esther got used to his rhythm, appreciating how he was giving her plenty of time to adjust, but still hot and distracted by Kairu biting the edges of her labia, and sucking her clit.
Then Kairu’s cock was driving deep in her pussy, filling and stretching her and she gasped hard at the delicious feeling of him. Kairu’s hands were on her hips, holding her hard against him, and Xola began fucking her throat, his grip on her wrists unyielding as she tried to wiggle and be more involved in the action.
Once she relaxed though, she understood the appeal of BDSM. Right now she could do nothing but trust her Dom, and both men were highly intent of pleasuring her. How could she resist? Xola was giving her plenty of time to breathe properly, even in this strange position, and Kairu was sending her higher and higher with a finger on her clit and his cock hitting her G-spot every few strokes.
Then Esther remembered she wasn’t completely helpless. She waited until Kairu was deep inside her cunt and squeezed her internal muscles hard, gripping his cock tightly in her sheath. If her mouth hadn’t been full of Xola, she’d have giggled at his groan. A few moments later, when Xola’s cock was filling her, she hummed a few bars of a song. This time it was Xola who was groaning. But that was the end of the game. Kairu pinched her clit and Xola a nipple and she crashed off the cliff into a massive orgasm.
* * * *
After showering together, Xola managed to convince Esther to stay in their bed for a little while.
“Why do you always want to go back to the women’s barracks? I’ve heard other women don’t,” asked Kairu.
Yeah. I want to know the answer to that question, too.
“For now, that’s my home. When—if—I agree to live with you, it’ll be different. But to me, it’s my home and where I should return each night.”
“I guess that makes sense,” said Kairu.
Xola sat up in the bed and pulled Esther over his lap. He began very slowly stroking her back and sides, and then massaging her ass. She shivered happily at his touch and braced herself on her forearms, so he spanked her ass with the flat of his hand. Her cunt was against his thighs and by the third smack he felt her cream on his skin. Success.
He spanked her a few more times, then returned to stroking and massaging her soft skin, gradually working one of his fingers into her rear entry. As he began to open her she whispered, “Oh, yes, please. I want that. I want you both.”
“I knew you’d like it and I promise you an even bigger orgasm this time.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” she said, her voice full of laughter.
“Of course it is. The more we know about you, the better we can please you,” said Kairu.
Xola’s dick was already huge and begging to be inside her again. No woman had ever aroused him as she did, and he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her, in his bed, in his life forever. He indicated to Kairu to lie on his back, then lifted Esther onto Kairu’s body, letting the other man take her cunt while he reached into the nightstand for the feather he’d placed there. Xola kneeled behind Esther and Kairu, and gently ran the feather up her spine, watching her shiver. When she tried to turn her head to see what he was using, he held her shoulder so she couldn’t watch, wanting her to work it out herself.
She tilted her head to the side then said, “It’s a feather.”
“Very good. Cover her eyes, Kairu.”
Xola put the feather back in the drawer and pulled out a hair brush. Once again he trailed an object down her spine,
but he knew this one would feel very different. He was careful to touch her lightly, until he reached her ass, then he reversed the brush in his hand and spanked her once with the handle.
“Ouch. That’s a hairbrush. I haven’t been spanked with a hairbrush since I was in elementary school.”
“Whatever did you do to annoy your mom?” asked Kairu.
“I don’t remember now, but I likely I answered her back. She hated that, especially when she had no reason for her rules and I could prove it.”
“Did you break many rules?” asked Xola, suddenly curious about her childhood.
“Not really, but there were some I could see no sense behind. Like, ‘Don’t run across the road’ makes sense because I could have been hit by a car. But she used to insist, ‘A lady never runs.’ Well maybe a true lady doesn’t, but I was a little girl and plenty of little girls did run. Anyway, that’s all ancient history now,” she said, snuggling down onto his lap and closing her eyes, obviously ready for the next thing he’d touch her with.
He teased her with a cookie cutter, the strands of his flogger after lightly flogging her shoulders, a jar of aromatic oil, and then the butt plug he thrust in and out of her ass until he was certain she was ready for him.
By then the head of his dick was reddish purple with need, and he knew Esther’s wiggling was torturing Kairu, who needed to move before his own dick exploded.
Xola held her ass cheeks wide apart and pushed straight inside her until he was buried to the hilt. All three of them sighed with relief.
This part of the program was going to be over way too fast as he knew they were all teetering on the brink of coming, but nevertheless he ploughed in and out of her slowly for the first few strokes, trying to set a low-key rhythm.
Esther derailed his plan by squeezing them both with her internal muscles.
“Shit, Esther. I can’t—” gasped Kairu.
But it didn’t matter, because she came herself almost immediately. Xola got in a few more strokes but he was just as glad as Kairu she’d come. Still, it made him smile that she’d found a way to assert herself, and a very effective one, too.
All he had to do now was entice her into his dungeon, and then have her agree to mate them both.
* * * *
As well as the maternity-leave job Kairu had told her about, Esther had found three other jobs she was sure she’d be able to do, and had applied for all of them. The only thing that worried her was that she’d had to give her cell-phone number, and she had very little credit on her phone. She could answer calls, that cost her nothing. But reading text messages did take some of her credit and she was really getting worried her money would run out before she got a job.
She knew if she said something to either of the men they’d give her money, but that seemed wrong to her. She was already eating their food, sleeping in their bed, living on their farm, and doing very little to be useful. She’d cooked them a few meals and the women kept their barracks spotless, but it wasn’t the same as working at a paying employer’s, or helping on the farm.
She’d hung up her gray skirt, cleaned her black pumps, and chosen her nicest shirt in case she received an interview, but it was the whole phone call business that scared her. She hoped she’d receive an email about an interview and checked her emails every few hours. And she carried her cell phone with her everywhere in her jeans pocket, hoping to hear it if it rang, not let it go through to a voice mail.
Dera had already asked about driving the farm vehicles, and they’d been shown where the communal vehicles were kept and how to sign one out. “I know how to drive a quad bike. If all the trucks are in use, I can always take one of those,” she said to Dera.
“Not wearing a skirt you couldn’t,” objected Dera, and likely she was right.
One lunchtime she checked her emails and was thrilled to see she had been offered an interview, for ten the next morning. Quickly she replied, thanking the company and accepting the timeslot, then she walked around to the big barn and booked one of the white pickup trucks for the next morning. Her next task was to get back on the computer and check Google Maps to find out where to go.
It was only after she’d done all that she remembered Okapi talking about phantom jobs and that he’d promised to check any jobs the women were looking at in case it was a phantom one. Esther hadn’t bothered him before applying for any positions, not wanting to waste his time checking for things when she might never even be considered for the job, but now that she had an interview she realized she ought to ask his opinion. There was no sense in her getting all excited and investing a lot of emotional capital in this interview if there was a person already at the company doing the work, and advertising the job was just a formality.
Esther walked over to the office building and found Okapi’s office. She stood hesitantly in the doorway wondering if it was rude to interrupt him. He’d told her to text him, but she had so little credit left surely she could speak to him instead?
“Hey there, Esther. Did you want me?”
“Yes, sir. You said we could ask you about a company if we applied for a job there.”
“Yes, sure. Which company?”
“Berry Solutions, sir.”
“What’s your cell phone number and I’ll get back to you.”
“Would you be able to send me an email instead, sir, please?”
“Sure.”
She spelled out her email address, then thanked him and left, one more hurdle out of the way, and looking forward to telling the men tonight about her interview. Well, hopefully. If it was real.
* * * *
Kairu was really excited when Esther told them about her interview. “Berry Solutions. That’s out over on the east side, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever been there. Why don’t you drive us there tonight, Esther. It’ll give you a practice run at getting there and make it less stressful for you tomorrow, because you’ll know where you’re going.”
“Now, that’s a good idea. We should do that,” added Xola.
The men both seated themselves on the backseat of Xola’s truck, leaving Esther to drive with her hand-written instructions copied from Google Maps. “This is the life. I always wanted my own personal chauffeur,” teased Kairu.
“She’ll probably get lost.” Xola’s voice was a deep, mournful tone.
Esther laughed and started the truck. For someone who’d never driven the vehicle before, she did well, Kairu thought. Xola’s truck was an older model, and like all older cars, it had a few unexpected idiosyncrasies. He watched carefully as she found her way off the property and into town. That part shouldn’t have been hard. They’d taken her into Coopersville several times. The next bit, though, out to the east side, would be new to her. She missed one turn but was able to pull over then turn one-eighty and approach it from the other direction. Apart from that, she was spot on. They traveled very slowly down the road in the industrial area where the building was located, and found it easily by the huge, bright red berry on the sign out front.
“What do these people do? Make fruit juice or something?” asked Xola.
Kairu let Esther answer. He knew they were into health foods but he felt sure she’d have looked them up and would know far more than him. Sure enough she answered confidently.
“Berry Solutions was established eighty years ago by Jabez Horton, who noticed that people who ate cranberries and drank cranberry juice didn’t get sick as often as those who didn’t. He had a cranberry farm and began canning the berries and drying them so people could eat them all year around. Now they sell all kinds of health foods, vitamins, and mineral supplements.”
“That sounds reasonable. Do you want to drive us back to the farm or would you like to see more of the town?” asked Xola.
“I’d like to see more of the town. I’m sure there are still plenty of places I’ve never been. You direct me and I’ll drive. I’d like to get a feel for the geography.”
Kairu sat back and nodded. His Esther liked to know
what was going on and she had an affinity for machinery. She’d driven the quad bike with ease and she’d handled Xola’s truck just as capably. He was sure she’d soon have a good sense of direction and be able to find her way around Coopersville. Besides, it was fun sitting in the backseat and letting someone else do all the work. He really hoped she got this job if she wanted it. He knew her self-esteem had taken a big hit by her not being able to find work in her former hometown.
Kairu relaxed as Xola directed Esther back to the heart of town then south for a small distance. He had to work hard to hide his smile. He knew exactly where Xola was taking them and wondered what Esther would think when they got there.
Just as he’d mentally predicted, Xola told Esther to turn into a big multistory parking garage and drive up to the roof. Once there, he had her park near a gated black entryway.
Kairu shifted in his seat so he could see Esther’s face.
“Have you ever been to a BDSM club, Esther?” asked Xola.
She shook her head.
“Would you like to go in and watch for a little while?”
Kairu saw the pink blush stain her cheeks even though she was looking down at her lap. “I’m not dressed to go to a nightclub.”
You didn’t answer the question.
“There’s no dress code for observers. Would you like to go in and watch?”
Her cheeks pinkened further and then she gave a decisive nod. “Yes, I would, but not for too long. I have a job interview to prepare for as yet.”
“When we get inside, stay close by me so everyone knows you’re with me, understand?”
“Yes.”
Kairu nodded, too. He was no sub, but he didn’t want anyone thinking he was looking for company either.
Xola rang the doorbell and a small window opened in the door. Xola produced his driver’s license and his credit card and they were allowed in, then the door and the gate were locked behind them. It all seemed a bit melodramatic to Kairu, but he wasn’t stupid enough to say anything. He could ask questions in the truck on the way home.