Triple Pass: An MFMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “That’s amazing,” he said.

  “Last thing…”

  “There’s another surprise, mom?” Claire rolled her eyes at me.

  “Yep, sweetie. One more surprise. Daddy has been waiting a very long time for this one.”

  Cal’s eyes lit up. “Fantasy…”

  “It’s Stardust,” I said. “I’m named after the casino I was conceived in.”

  Cal erupted into a fit of laughter. I’m sure my children didn’t understand, but they laughed along with daddy anyway.

  THE END

  Vegas Fantasy: Book Two

  Copyright © 2018 by Cameron Collins; All Rights Reserved

  Published by Juliana Conners’ Sizzling Hot Reads.

  CHAPTER 1

  The night was hot. The sun had just set over the mountains casting beautiful pinks and oranges across the horizon. I sat in silence across from my fan and wondered if he saw the same sunset I did. Did he revel in the beauty of God’s creation and feel whole, or was he scared and alone, like me.

  The ring from my phone jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked up at the wall clock, it wasn’t even 7:30 yet. Lately the calls have been getting earlier, making time slow and keeping me from my dreams that much longer. Dreams where he is wrapped in my arms.

  “Hello” I whispered into the phone.

  “Well hello there” his voice was calming and mysterious like a ship adrift on the ocean while the waves gently rocked the boat.

  “What’s your name honey?” I asked seductively.

  “You can call me Christopher”

  “Christopher. I like that Chris for short?”

  “No” his voice was firm. If I could have seen him, I am sure his back would have stiffened and his eyes would have turned to ice.

  “Mmmmm, of course, Christopher, a professional man. I like that” his name rolled off my tongue like steam trailing down a shower door.

  “Tell me Christopher, what color are your eyes?”

  “What is your name?” He completely ignored my question. Unusual, I thought.

  I change my name from night to night. Never keeping the same name twice. Normally I have my new identity in the queue, but tonight’s call was so early I hadn’t had time to think who they would call out when they came.

  “Taking charge on me already? I like that. You can call me Honey” Crap, I used that name last week.

  He was breathing into the receiver. It was not an excited breath or one of anticipation. It was one of frustration.

  “I will call you Honey the first time. Only the first time. After that I want your name.”

  “Yes sir” I whispered.

  His breath hitched.

  “Mmmmmm, you like it when I call you Sir?” They always give something away.

  “Yes. So much so, you can call me Sir the rest of the night and when you come, you will scream it.” His voice was sultry and demanding. Yet still calming. It made me want to do whatever he told me to do.

  I let a small giggle escape my lips. “No Sir, when you come, and you will, you can scream my name.”

  “Never say no to me again.” He hissed.

  If I lose the first call of the night Pedro will no doubt punish me. His punishments have been getting more creative, as he puts it, but in reality they are just cruel. The last one left me bruised heavily around my breasts for weeks.

  “Of course Chris- Sir.” I quickly correct myself.

  “Better, however you need to be punished for your indiscretion”

  “Punished Sir?” I was struggling to keep my voice level and calm. I have had some real weirdos call me, but none like this. The weirdest call to date was when I had to keep saying ‘no mommy’ over and over again while the guy on the other end of the line sobbed and stroked himself in time with my voice.

  “Punished Honey. Have you never been punished? Mmmm. We are going to have a long night.”

  “You only have 45 minutes left Sir.”

  A laugh came through the line. “Oh no my sweet Honey. I have paid to have you for the entire night.”

  Annoyance, followed by fear coursed through my veins. The whole night meant I was to be on the phone with him for over 5 hours. That is impossible, protocol stipulates that we have to have one call an hour to maximize profit.

  Focus.

  “Oh Sir, as much as that would please me to have you stroke my ear all night with your sexy voice, we will be disconnected after your time is up, so let’s see how I can make you come.” My voice was as sweet and innocent as I could make it.

  Another laugh. “Pedro owes me a favor and you sweet, sweet Honey are that favor.”

  Pedro. He knows Pedro. Oh my god. Is this a test? Is this Pedro looking for an excuse to beat and humiliate me?

  “Ahhhh, speechless I see. Good. You are learning. Now, your punishment.” He sounded pleased with himself.

  “Yes sir, my punishment.” I was trying to hold my tears in. I needed to turn off all emotion.

  “Take your clothes off. All of them.” He demanded.

  “I am already naked Sir.” I lied

  “Liar. That just earned you another punishment. Take off your clothes.” His voice was still calm, but there was danger there.

  I cradled the phone in my ear and started to remove my clothing. My jeans and panties landed in a pile beside my chair.

  “I need to put the phone down for a moment while I take my top off.” I was telling him, but also asking for his permission.

  “Next time you will have a button up shirt on. Do it, you have 20 seconds.”

  I put the phone on the table and shakily removed my t-shirt and bra allowing them to join the pile with my jeans and panties.

  I took a deep breath and looked at the phone before picking it back up. My hands were shaking, my heart was beating rapidly. I could hang up right now and be done with him. I could pack up what little I own and run. Every instinct was telling me to leave, but if I did, I would never see him again.

  “Honey, your time is up.”

  I placed the phone back to my ear while a single tear spilled down my cheek.

  “I’m here.” I whispered.

  “Go lay on your bed.” He instructed.

  I walked across my studio apartment like a robot and did as he instructed.

  My sheets were warm and uncomfortable.

  “Do you have a head set you can put on? You will need both your hands”

  “No Sir” I responded

  “Put the phone on speaker, lay back on your bed and put the phone between your breasts”

  I did as he instructed. “Yes Sir”

  “Tell me what you see Honey, what are you looking at with your scared eyes.” His voice was sweet again, calming. If I can get through this night, I can get through anything.

  I looked around my poor apartment. There was no color, no personal items, nothing to show a woman lived here.

  “I see the street lights behind my blinds.” I said quietly.

  “No, look at the phone Honey. What do you see,”

  I looked down at my phone resting between my breasts. It was held firmly in place, like it was meant to rest there.

  “I see my phone laying between my breasts.”

  “Good. What do your breasts look like?”

  “They look smooth and round, my nipples fit perfect in the middle of each. Like a puzzle piece that was placed last to complete the picture.” I never noticed before how beautiful they truly were. They were perfect, not a blemish on them, equally proportioned.

  “Take you nipples in your hands Honey.” His voice was becoming hoarse.

  “Yes Sir” I obeyed taking my nipples in between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Tell me what you are feeling.” He whispered.

  “Nervous.” I answered him honestly.

  “Have you ever been punished Honey.” My name for tonight was starting to make me uncomfortable.

  “No Sir.”

  A soft moan escaped his lips.

  “Pinc
h your nipples.”

  I did as he wished and felt the first signs of wetness between my legs as I let out a moan.

  “Ahhhhh, good girl, but you see this is your punishment. Squeeze your nipples harder” He ordered.

  I applied more pressure and let out another moan of satisfaction. I was slowly starting to enjoy touching myself. I never did on calls. I only pretended I was.

  “I can hear it still feels good. Squeeze them until you scream Honey. Now.”

  I was getting lost in his voice and his commands.

  I obeyed and another jolt of pleasure caused my arousal to start leaking out of me.

  “HARDER” he yelled in the phone.

  I squeezed as hard as I could and a scream erupted from my throat.

  “It hurts” I wailed.

  “Do NOT release them until I say. Harder Honey. I wish you could see how aroused I am. My cock is so hard for you. I want to fuck you and watch your breasts dance in my face until I come inside you.”

  His words, so wrong, but something was stirring deep inside of me. My nipples were on fire. I was squeezing them so hard it felt like they were in a vice. My pussy was starting to throb between my legs.

  “Sir, it hurts.”

  “Yes, what is your sweet pussy doing dear Honey?” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “It is throbbing sir.” My voice was becoming husky.

  “Ah, so you like my punishment? What does your pussy feel like? Remove one hand, but keep squeezing the other.”

  I did as he instructed. When I let one of my nipples free, I felt a warmth spread between my legs. I spread my legs and ran my fingers through my fold. I was so wet. So shamefully wet. What is this man doing to me? What is wrong with me? I was getting lost in sensation. My own hands causing me so much pain, his voice directing me.

  “I am so wet Sir, so warm and so empty. I wish I could feel your cock pushing into me, filling me.” I spoke without inhibition. That is what I felt. I was so aroused by his voice and what he was making me do to myself.

  His breath hitched.

  “Fuck Honey. I knew the moment I heard your voice you were going to be pleasurable.” He said hoarsely. “Put the phone next to your pussy and stroke yourself. Let me hear how wet you really are.”

  Again I did as he instructed. I moved the phone and rested it on my thigh, never once removing my other hand from my nipple. I began to touch myself, long slow strokes. Moving one finger in and out of my vagina. It sounded like waves crashing against the shore. It was loud and very apparent how turned on I was.

  I could hear him panting in the phone.

  “Sir, are you touching yourself?” I asked still moving my finger inside of me.

  “Yes Honey. I am touching myself. You are so wet. How many fingers are inside of you.”

  “One sir.”

  “Put another one inside you Honey and fuck yourself.” He commanded.

  I inserted another finger into my already wanting vagina and began to gently thrust in and out. The sounds of my wetness were louder as I began to feel the first signs of an orgasm.

  “Oh God Sir” I moaned.

  “No Honey, you are not allowed to come until I tell you. Stop touching yourself” His voice had regained his control.

  “But sir, I need to come” I pleaded.

  “Not yet”

  I removed my fingers and felt oddly empty. I touch myself regularly, but I have never been this overcome with lust by my own hands.

  “Taste yourself Honey. Are you as sweet as your name?”

  Embarrassment washed over me. I have never tasted myself, nor did I have any desire to do so.

  “Sir, I can’t do it.”

  “Do it now Honey. Tell me what you taste like.”

  I slowly brought my fingers up to my mouth. Would he know if I didn’t do it?

  “Well?” He spoke from my thigh.

  “It tastes sweet sir” I lied.

  “Liar” He whispered. “Put your fingers into your mouth and tell me what you taste like now, or there will be more punishment.”

  I put my fingers into my mouth and sucked all of my juices off. It did taste sweet, and a little salty.

  “I taste sweet sir and a little salty.”

  “Are you dripping like Honey?”

  “Yes sir”

  “Touch yourself Honey, I want to hear you come. I want you to scream my name.”

  I moved my hands back into my waiting pussy. I could feel my arousal leaking out of me like a faucet. I inserted two fingers and began to pump in and out of myself. I could hear my hand clapping against my vagina.

  “Fuck Honey, I want to fuck you so badly.” His breaths were becoming ragged. I knew he was pumping in time with my claps.

  “Sir, I want to taste you. I want to lick the come off of you and suck you dry.” I wasn’t lying. I needed to taste him.

  I could feel my orgasm building. I was going to come while he was listening.

  “Sir, I am going to come” I moaned.

  “I want to hear you. Add another finger and pump faster.” It sounded like he was running a marathon.

  I did as he wished and moaned loudly when my third finger was inserted.

  “Fuck Sir, oh god, you feel so good” I was talking now, no whispers, not anymore.

  “That’s right Honey, I do feel good and one day very soon, I am going to show you.”

  “Yes sir, I want that, I need you inside of me.” lost in the moment, I didn’t know what I was saying.

  I grabbed my nipple with my free hand and continued pumping my fingers in and out of my vagina. I could feel my orgasm building to a level I have never felt before. My toes started to curl and go numb. It traveled up every inch of my legs and lingered. It was the most intense feeling I have ever had. Every nerve of my body was on fire at the same time.

  I squeezed my nipple hard and moved my hand over to the other one. They were both so tender from my punishment, but they needed to be touched.

  It happened so slowly at first. I could feel my vagina clenching around my fingers while my liquids poured out. My body convulsed and every nerve exploded simultaneously. I closed my eyes and saw fireworks flash in my vision. My breathing was labored as I rode out my orgasm.

  “Oh god, Sir, SIR.” I was screaming his name while thrashing in my bed.

  “Fuck Honey, what do you feel. Is your sweet pussy clenching.” He was breathless. No doubt close to his own release.

  “My hand is being clenched. It is so tight, and there is so much come leaking out of me. Oh my god SIR” I moaned into his ear.

  I could hear him growl like a feral animal as his release overtook him. I wanted to be there to lick him clean, I wanted to see his eyes explode from passion.

  “Sir, I want to taste you. I want to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you dry.” I was still panting, my vagina still clenching.

  “Honey.” He moaned. His breath was returning to normal.

  “Yes sir.” I asked lazily.

  “I will find you Honey.” He spoke, and then the line went dead.

  Chapter 2

  My alarm went off promptly at 6:30am. The blaring horn sound I choose to wake me every morning filled my room with a hideous sound. To me it was like hearing nails on a chalkboard. It was one of the only sounds that could wake me and not remind me of anything beautiful. I didn’t deserve to feel anything but sorrow until I had him back in my arms.

  I was already awake in my bed when it went off. At least this morning I wouldn’t be jarred awake in a frenzy. I reached over and turned it off. No need to hit snooze this morning. My sleep last night was restless. Images and words of Christopher the night before wreaked havoc on my subconscious. The only benefit to my unfulfilled rest was there were no nightmares. I didn’t wake up in a cold sweat screaming, or wonder where I was, or dream of him. Even though I have lived here for close to a year now, I still often awoke not knowing where I was. The first few moments are always the worst until I realize I am a
lone. Then the sadness finds its way into my soul and I realize that I am alone.

  I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was again ashamed of who was staring back at me. This woman in the mirror who was looking back at me was a shell of a woman. Her dark brown eyes were sunken and lifeless, dark circles made them look even deader. Her hair, once so black and smooth was coarse and dull. Lips that used to smile, even threw the heartache, were pinched tightly together and thin.

  This woman in the mirror is my soul looking back at me every moment. This woman is the one I have to hide away until I can be alone.

  I grabbed the cloth from the side of my sink and turned on the cold water. I started scrubbing vigorously trying to wash her away, trying to hide her for another day.

  My mind started to wander back to Christopher. So mysterious and yet so dangerous. You could hear in his voice warmth and then ice. It was so extreme and happened so quickly. He was unpredictable. And the fact he knew Pedro somehow, should have been another warning, but I was so curious.

  I finished washing my face just as my phone started ringing in the other room. I turned off the water and wrung out the cloth, hanging it back on the side of the sink. Still not awake I moved slowly to where my phone sat on my nightstand.

  “Hello”

  “Tsk-Tsk Alana, 5 rings before you picked up” Pedro’s voice was dangerous.

  “Pedro, sorry, I was in the bathroom” I spoke quietly so he knew I was scared.

  “Never take that long to answer my call again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “I thought you may need a reminder of our arrangement Alana.” I heard the phone being shuffled around before I heard his voice.

  “Mama!”

  “Alejandro!” My heart soared as tears poured out of my eyes.

  “Mama! Tio Pedro said I have to be up when it is still dark because we are going on a special trip today!” His little voice rang through my phone like a symphony from heaven. I haven’t talked to him in months. Another punishment from Pedro.

  “A special trip? Where are you going Alejandro?” Something was wrong. Panic threatened to engulf me. Where was Pedro taking my son.