Triple Pass: An MFMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  I moved back on top of her and thrust my fingers into her soaking pussy. “Everything is very sensitive now,” she said as her body shook against me. But her sensitivity did not deter me. I pounded my fingers in and out of her as she screamed. A look of pure ecstasy was etched on her face. I watched her eyelids flutter as I made her cum again.

  Now it was my turn. I grabbed my cock and guided it to her entrance. I couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around me again. I eased my way into her and once again felt the resistance of her tight cunt. But I pushed harder and was soon deep inside of her. I slipped my hands under her ass and pushed her up against me. Her eyes were closed tight. I kissed her forehead as I took one slow thrust after another. She opened her eyes and neither of us seemed to be able to pull back from the other’s gaze.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” I said.

  “No,” she replied. “But thank you.”

  “I’ve never met a woman like you. You’ve got something the rest of them don’t,” I said.

  “What’s that?” She asked.

  “I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t really explain. It’s like I’ve been waiting for you, Fantasy.”

  I rocked into her and let myself go as I felt her walls pulse around me. Intense heat seemed to rise off her body. We were both sweating and lost in the pleasure. I looked at her again and felt like perhaps there could be a way we could make this work. I could buy her freedom from Richard. A man like him always had a price he was willing to accept. It didn’t matter to me what the cost would be.

  Fantasy moaned as I sped up. She smelled like lavender and sex. The sound of our skin slapping against each other began to lull me into a trance. I felt myself reaching the point of no return. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled out. She gave me a look that seemed filled with desperation and desire.

  “Why did you stop?” She asked.

  I kissed her forehead again in response. I climbed off of her and lied down beside her. I watched the light wash over her pale skin and illuminate her freckles. I rolled her onto her side and reached around to massage her breasts. She moaned as I played with them. She pushed against me and I once again felt her wet slit against the tip of my cock. I reached down and guided myself inside of her. I pounded into her as I squeezed her nipples.

  This girl was perfect in every way. I just needed to feel her from every possible angle. I sped up and fingered her clit as I fucked her. She screamed and pushed back on my cock. She gyrated on it and we both moaned at the same time. Her juices flowed onto my cock as I pumped cum into her. My arms were tight around her and she rested her head on my shoulder.

  I would wake up every morning like this if I could.

  *

  We sat in matching white robes as we ate the breakfast we had ordered from my restaurant downstairs. She devoured her steak and eggs with the devotion of someone who hadn’t been eating well in awhile.

  “Slow down before you hurt yourself,” I said.

  “It’s delicious and he doesn’t feed me very well. I’ve mostly been eating his leftovers.”

  “That’s terrible,” I said.

  “He wants to make money off of me — not spend it on me.”

  “Well, he didn’t make any off of you last night.”

  “Maybe he has something else in mind.”

  “Maybe,” I said. And that seemed like a reasonable idea to explore. Maybe he was using Fantasy to get something out of me. She might even be working with him on whatever it was, for all I knew. I wanted to trust her, but if I trusted people in this town I would not be where I was today.

  “He lost on purpose, didn’t he?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know,” she said.

  “Come on, Fantasy. Don’t play this game with me. What does Richard want from me?”

  “Whatever it is he hasn’t told me,” she replied.

  I decided to believe her for now, but I sensed that I would have to pay close attention to her. And I had to monitor myself to make sure I wasn’t opening up to her too much. Whatever it was Richard had sent her to obtain, I had to make sure she didn’t get it. But for all I knew, maybe she already had.

  “You can trust me, Cal,” she said. “The only thing I want is for Richard to let me go and leave my father alone.”

  “I’ll see what I can do about that,” I said.

  Her smile grew and her eyes seemed to brighten.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ll call him later and find out what he wants.”

  I reached over and took her knife and fork from her. I cut up a piece of her steak and fed it to her slowly.

  “At the very least, we have six more days together. Take your time,” I said.

  “I just realized that all my clothes are in Richard’s suite,” she said.

  “We want to avoid him as much as we can,” I said. “We’ll go shopping after breakfast.”

  She leaned in for a kiss. I pressed my lips to hers and forgot for a moment that she was a possible spy. She was a weakness for me that I knew could easily be used against me if I wasn’t careful. I’m not the kind of man who is used to having a weakness, but there seemed to be nothing I could do to resist this one.

  *

  Fantasy was occupied with the view from my window, so I took the opportunity to sneak down the hall into my home office and give Richard a call. He answered and I could hear the sounds of a roulette table in the background.

  “Make it quick, Cal. I’m about to win a lot of money off of you. Are you enjoying the girl so far?”

  “How much do you want for her?”

  “Slow down, Mr. Wyatt. Are you offering to buy the girl from me? She’s not for sale.”

  “Come off it, Richard. You and I both know you have a price for everything.”

  “I hate to repeat myself, Cal, but the girl is not for sale.”

  “I’ll pay whatever you want,” I said.

  “Whatever I want, huh? That’s a generous offer, but I don’t think you’re capable of delivering what I want. Enjoy the rest of your time with Fantasy. Fuck her good for me, Cal. When she comes back to me she’s getting a taste of daddy.” He laughed and hung up.

  “Goddamnit, Richard,” I shouted as I shoved my phone back into my pocket. Why wasn’t he willing to sell the girl? Every pimp has a price. I made a commitment to myself right there that I would find out what he wanted and give it to him.

  Fantasy knocked on the office door. I opened it and saw her standing there with a sheet wrapped around her body. The sheet was just low enough that I got a glimpse of the top of her gorgeous breasts.

  “Is everything ok?” She asked.

  “I tried to buy you off Richard. He’s not selling.”

  She looked down at the ground. “Oh.”

  “Just give me time to figure it out. Let’s get you dressed so we can go shopping.”

  Chapter 5 (Fantasy)

  Shopping and Sad Stories

  *

  I was not a virgin anymore. And I was wearing the same dress I had on the night before. Cal was in such a hurry to take me shopping that all I had time for was a quick touchup of my makeup. But my hair still felt as smooth as the night before, and Cal kept casting glances at me as we walked through his casino hand in hand. His grip was tight and he’s a fast walker, so I had a hard time keeping up with him in my heels.

  I looked around at the people having a good time at Cal’s casino. Slot machines clanked and balls rolled across roulette tables. The colorful crystal chandeliers and waitresses in fancy cocktail dresses reveal this is not an ordinary casino. There were an awful lot of well-dressed people who I am certain were placing very large bets.

  We made our way to the shopping area where a fancy dress boutique awaited our arrival. Cal knocked on the door — even though inside of a casino the place was still open by appointment only. A woman in an elegant black dress answered. I estimate she’s in her forties though she has barely a visible wrinkle. Cal took her hand and kissed the top of it.

&n
bsp; “Ahhh, Rebecca, it’s good to see you. You look well,” he said.

  “Mr. Wyatt, you’re always a welcome sight. Who do we have here?”

  She shifted her gaze to me and looked me up and down. She gave an approving smile and took my hand.

  “Her name is Fantasy. She’s one of Richard’s girls. She needs some new dresses for the week.”

  I was shocked to be introduced as “one of Richard’s girls”. Is that how he really sees me?

  “Fantasy. That’s a beautiful name. She’s absolutely lovely, Cal. You should keep her.”

  “I’m working on it,” said Cal.

  A few months ago it would have been unheard of for me to hear myself being talked about as if I were just a thing to be owned. But it was my new reality. Still, if I had to be owned by someone it would be to a man like Cal Wyatt. He’s got plenty of charm and money to go around. I was certain that he would take good care of me. Part of me just wanted to break free from him though and go on the run. If I could just get back home I could convince my father to abandon Las Vegas and come with me somewhere Richard can’t find us. I wanted to believe that Cal would be able to free me from Richard, but the pit forming in my stomach as I hear the words “one of Richard’s girls” repeated in my head just confirmed that Cal doesn’t plan to fight too hard to keep me.

  Rebecca took my hand led me inside the boutique. Cal followed and locked the door behind us. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful designer dresses than hung from every rack. Just for fun I checked one of the price tags — $25,000. My heart jumped as I realized that without Cal I would never be able to afford this place.

  Rebecca held a gorgeous blue evening gown up to my body. “That color will look good on her,” said Cal. He then pulled a black dress with a plunging V-neck off a rack and held it up to me. “This one will show off her assets quite well.”

  I tried on dresses for what felt like hours. Several times I found Cal’s fingers climbing my neck. He kissed my shoulder and whispered in my ear: “I’m ready for you again.”

  I turned to him and decided it would be an appropriate time to put up some resistance. I needed to make him work harder for me. I was certain Cal Wyatt was used to always having his way with any woman he chooses. He needed to learn that I was not like his other girls.

  “Why don’t you go outside and wait for me to finish. I’m sure you have business to attend to,” I said.

  Cal laughed. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

  “Nothing’s gotten into me. I don’t want you hovering over me all the time. It makes me feel you’re no different than The Crocodile.”

  Cal grabbed my arm and squeezed. “You will not compare me to him.”

  “Cal, we’ll be finished in just a bit,” said Rebecca.

  He took a deep breath and let go of my arm. “Fine, I’ll send someone down to get the dresses and the girl,” he growled.

  After Cal left, I felt as if I might be able to escape. But as I tried on another dress I just realized that such a way out was not possible for me. If I disappeared on my own I knew that Richard would have my father killed. If we tried to flee Vegas together I was certain he’d hunt us down. No, it was better to give myself to Cal for the week and then resign myself to life as a high-class prostitute. I reminded myself that I was the one who chose this life and now I must accept it.

  I chose five new dresses. Though I didn’t see the final bill, I’m certain that the total was well over a hundred thousand dollars — easy. Money was no object to Cal Wyatt, that’s for sure.

  *

  Once I was back upstairs, I found Cal waiting for me with several more casual outfits. “I figured you’d need something a bit more relaxed in addition to all those designer dresses.” He held up a cute pink camisole. I checked the tag and laughed. It was going to be a bit too small for me, but I’d find a way to squeeze into it for his enjoyment. My breasts would be well accentuated.

  “I’m sorry about earlier,” I said.

  “I won’t tolerate another outburst like that, Fantasy. Do it again and I’ll send you back to him early.”

  “Please, Cal —“

  “You’re mine this week, so start acting like it.”

  He produced a small box and opened it before my eyes. A large blue diamond necklace waited inside. Cal moved behind me and put the necklace in place. The light brush of his fingers was enough to remind me that Cal holds more power over me than I’m willing to admit. I felt myself growing wet as his hot breath sweeps across my skin. He took his time with the clasp.

  He twirled me around and stepped back to admire his work. He let out a low whistle. My pulse sped up as I looked down at the huge blue diamond. I couldn’t possibly accept such a gift.

  “Cal, you should take this back,” I said.

  “It looks beautiful on you. I feel like it’s meant to be yours.”

  Cal took my hand and pulled me towards him. I rested my head against his chest. “Put something casual on and we’ll go up to the roof. I want to show you something,” he said.

  *

  Cal’s private helicopter sat on top of the roof of the Peacock Hotel & Casino. I looked over at it and shook my head in wonder. Once again I found myself unable to imagine how one man could have so much money. It’s like absolutely nothing for him to spend it either. I looked down at my diamond necklace that serves as further proof of this. Why give me such a gift if he’s just going to send me back at the end of the week?

  I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city of Las Vegas. Dusk was settling in and the horizon had a purplish hue. The lights began to come on. It was really something to watch from this high up.

  Cal grabbed me from behind and I felt his strong arms around my chest as he pulled me back. I felt the bulge in his pants. It was impossible not to. He kissed my neck, which sent a shudder through my body. Six more days of this would feel like heaven to me. Cal caressed my breasts. He certainly seemed to have a fascination with them.

  He sighed deeply and turned me around to face him. He tilted my head up and smiled down at me. “Give yourself to me.”

  “I don’t even know much about you,” I said.

  “There’s not much to know. Before meeting you last night I simply lived the Vegas high life. I drink too much, gamble too much, and spend too much money on escorts. Would you believe me though if I told you that before you I hadn’t been with a woman in six months?”

  “I wouldn’t believe you at all,” I replied.

  Cal laughed. “Yeah, I couldn’t blame you for that. But it’s true.”

  “Still not buying it, Mr. Wyatt.”

  “Lisa, that was her name. Lisa is the reason for that six month hiatus.”

  “Was she pretty?”

  “Yes, though not as beautiful as you. Still, I was starting to develop feelings for her.”

  “Uh oh, I get the feeling that Cal Wyatt doesn’t often develop feelings for women. Were you in love with her?”

  “Let’s not go that far,” he said. “Anyway, I’ve already said too much.”

  I was saddened that he wouldn’t open up to me more. “Tell me something else about you then. Where did you grow up?”

  “I’m from Los Angeles. Can you believe that?”

  “That I definitely believe. Are your parents still alive?”

  “If they are, I wouldn’t know. I never met them. I was a foster kid. Twenty seven different foster homes.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, twenty seven, and not a very good one among them, except for one — Old Mr. Wyatt and his sweet wife, Tina. Both dead now, but they were my last home before I turned eighteen.”

  “So you changed your name to theirs?”

  “Yes, as a way to honor them, I suppose. They didn’t have any kids of their own. The line was going to die out with Mr. Wyatt. So I became his unofficial son, though I changed it after he died, so he never even knew.”

  “That’s a depressing story, Cal.”

  “It is not,�
�� he said. “I think it reveals that despite being a giant asshole, I still have a heart in here somewhere.” He chuckled and brought my hand up to his chest. It was beating fast again, just like last night. I sighed. He pulled me in for a deep and passionate kiss that made me feel as if the concrete beneath us was shaking.

  “Wanna see the helicopter?” He asked.

  I nodded and let myself be pulled over to it. But I didn’t have a chance to admire it. Cal pinned me against the helicopter and pressed his lips to mine. He gave my bottom lip a playful tug as his hands slipped into place around my waist. He drew me in closer and his arms seemed to possess a new determination. It was like he wanted to pull me into him. He wanted us to be so close as to melt into each other. It was still hot out and now I was hotter still from Cal’s passion. His hands glided up along my curves. He trembled against me. Whenever he would pull his lips away just for a moment, I would take in small sips of air to prepare myself for the next wave.

  Cal entwined his hands behind my back. He was not letting go for anything. “I just can’t get enough of you, Fantasy,” he said.

  “It certainly seems that way,” I replied. “That’s good, because I can’t either.”

  Cal unbuttoned my shorts. He pulled them down just enough to have better access to my waist. I leaned back against the helicopter and moaned as he slid his hands over my bare middle. I lifted my hands into the air and Cal took that as a sign to pull my shirt off. He unclasped my bra and set it aside with my shirt. He went to work kissing the underside of my breasts, tracing my curves with his lips. His kisses were gentler than they had been. My breasts tingled as he continued to kiss all over them. But he ignored my now puffed up nipples that were eager for his lips and tongue. I felt like I was going to explode from the flood of impatience that was growing inside of me. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore — Cal rolled his tongue around my nipple before giving it a soft suck.