by Daphne Dawn
She takes me in hungrily, sucking on my dick while Kevin fucks her. He slides in and out of her. I close my eyes and focus on what I’m feeling. Carly’s mouth is hot and she’s doing such a good job of fucking me with it that I feel like I’m in her pussy, anyway.
I reach down and push my fingers into her hair and close my fist, holding her head firmly in place. It’s dominating and I love it. I love taking control of a woman. Carly makes strangled sounds as I push my dick down her throat. I fuck her a few times before letting her come up for air. My balls are in her face but she doesn’t seem to care and neither do I.
“God, she’s getting close,” Kevin bites out. I know what he is feeling – Carly has tells that are very clear. Her body convulses, her walls clamping down and she shudders in waves before the big one hits.
I keep at it, watching her carefully.
Kevin pounds into her harder and harder, her body rocking back and forth and I counter his strokes with mine. When she is very close, I pull back and allow her to breathe while she sucks me. Her breath is erratic and shallow and she whimpers and moans.
When she tips over the edge she cries out and I pull right back, slipping out of her mouth, letting her moan and gasp for air. Her face is twisted into an orgasmic expression that burns itself into my memory. Her mouth opens and I want to shove my dick back in there, but I wait for her to ride it out.
She gasps and moans. Kevin slows down his pace, stroking in and out of her as she orgasms.
Finally, she comes down from her high and she breathes hard. A final shudder passes through her body. Kevin pulls out of her and crawl to the pillows, lying down. His dick is hard and glistening with the sex he had.
Carly lies on the bed, body open, spent. She’s breathing hard. I get onto the bed, too, moving to where Kevin lies against the pillows and I lie down next to him, leaving enough space in between us for Carly to join us.
She glances at us and does exactly what I hoped – she moves between us.
We lie side by side. The room is dim with only the bed lamp on and our three naked bodies look exotic.
Carly sighs. I caress her body, running my hands over her soft skin. Her breasts are soft and big, her nipples relaxed for the moment.
I want to change that. I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking, rolling my tongue around it. Kevin does the same, worshipping her other nipple. Carly sighs and moans. She moves her body, undulating as if she is having sex again as we work her over, pushing her from one sexual encounter to the next. I move my hand down her body, stroking her, feeling her, caressing her. Kevin mirrors my actions. Her hand is on my head, I guess the other is on Kevin’s and she drinks in the attention we are giving her.
Kevin
I want more. I want to be inside of her again. But Carly needs a break. The two of us are using her up and I don’t want her to have to tap out because we fucked her too hard. So, Scott and I spend time just loving her body, her breasts, the curves of her hips and her legs.
It’s more than satisfying, but my cock throbs and I want to be inside of her again. I move my head, kissing her breasts, the skin on her chest, her neck. Scott does the same and he reaches her mouth before I do. He kisses her long and hard, his tongue probing her mouth. Carly moans and rolls toward him, throwing her arms around his neck. She hikes up one leg and throws it over him, lying on her side, splayed open.
I have a perfect view of her back, her ass. I grab her ass cheeks and squeeze, pulling them apart, looking at her pussy and her back entrance. She is wet, glistening. I push my fingers into her and she moans into Scott’s mouth.
I move my fingers up toward her ass, lubing her up with her own wetness. She gasps and moans while she makes out with Scott as I work her ass into a wet mess.
When I figure she’s wet enough, I shift, pressing the line of my body against hers. My cock pushes against her ass and I guide myself, the tip against her back entrance. She cries out when I push in, breaking the kiss with Scott for a moment.
I work my way into her, moving inch by inch in slow strokes. I buck my hips slowly, fucking her ass. My hand is on her hip, Scott’s arms pull her against him. I move back and forth, faster and faster. I slide myself into her and back and out she produces breathy moans and squeals.
Scott moves his hand down between her legs and I lift my head to see what he is doing. His hand moves and I’m sure he is playing with her clit. She shivers around my cock, squeezing me with her body and I groan. At this rate, I’m going to come in no time at all.
I slide out of her. She gasps when I do.
“I’m going to come if I keep doing that,” I say. I don’t want it to be over, yet.
“Let me,” Scott says. Carly lies on her side, gasping. Scott cups her cheek and kisses her. “Get on him, kitten.”
He is so demanding and Carly seems to like it. I’m less intense than he is. The combination works.
Carly does as Scott says and climbs onto me, straddling me. Her tits are close to my face and I reach up and grab them. She gasps, positioning herself over my cock and lowering herself down.
When she is on top of me, she starts rocking her hips. She rides me, sliding my cock in and out of her.
Scott positions himself behind her and I pull her down so that she lies on me, her ass open and on display for Scott. I know he likes anal a lot more than I do – although, with Carly, I’m more than happy to fuck her ass again and again. I know when he pushes into her. She cries out and shudders. I feel Scott’s cock slide right up against mine, nothing but membranes separating us from each other.
I don’t mind it. There are men that are very homophobic, that shy away from everything that looks like dick. I’m not going to do Scott or anything but if we are fucking a woman together, doubling up means we are going to be in close quarters.
Scott doesn’t seem to mind, either. We start moving, countering each other’s strokes. When I push in, he pulls out. We rock back and forth and Carly is rendered useless. She cries out and moans, her breath hot in my neck, her skin slick with sweat. I put my hands on her back and hold her to me. Her breasts are against my chest, her nipples hard. We are still fucking, but holding her like this made me feel warm, different than it has the last time. I’m starting to feel different around her and I don’t know what to do about it.
I push away the thoughts, the feelings, and focus on her body and what’s happening. This is the second time Scott and I are fucking her together. When we made our pact, once would have been enough. It’s amazing to be able to do it again, to find a willing partner in Carly.
I catch Scott’s eye over Carly’s shoulder and he looks content, satisfied. He is in his zone when he’s fucking. Scott has a different relationship with sex than I do. He is rough and dominant, always in charge. But even he is different with Carly.
I push the thoughts away, again. I’m thinking too much. I focus on her body on top of me, her pussy clutching at my dick as I slide and out of her. Her breasts mash against my chest and her breathing is hard and ragged in my ear.
Scott grunts and groans as he works himself and out of her ass and everything about the three of us fucking right now is hotter than I could have imagined.
I’m starting to get closer. The friction, Carly’s body splayed out and stretched open on top of me, the moaning and groaning and gasping, heavy breathing, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Judging by Carly’s breathing, the way she shivers on top of me, she’s getting close, too. I want us to come together. I want to come inside of her the same time she comes undone at the seams, shuddering on top of me. I glance at Scott over her shoulder and I know what he is thinking. He looks determined. He will take care of his orgasm the same time we do.
The three of us coming together… the idea is wildly intimate and I like it. Somewhere between the drama with the investors at work, the threat of being outed and the difficulty Carly is having with her sister, the three of us got a lot more intimate. Maybe I’m the only one feel
ing it, but with Carly on top of me, her legs straddling me, pussy stretched, with Scott in her ass, pushing her to the limit, I feel like we are in a different place from where we were the last time we did this.
But that’s me, overthinking again. And during sex, too. I push the thoughts away and concentrate on getting Carly to orgasm.
I thrust into her. Scott does his part of keeping up with me, his cock sliding in and out of Carly’s ass and she shudders and moans in a breathy voice. I have my hands in her hair, holding onto her. Scott’s hands are gripped around her hips. I stroke in and out of her and Carly gasps. My cock grows inside of her, she feels smaller and smaller, gripping my cock and I know she’s tightening as well, a sign of her pending orgasm.
Scott grunts, his dick sliding in and out of Carly’s ass, going against my direction.
Carly starts whimpering, rugged gasps forced out of her mouth. She cries out, suddenly and I feel the orgasm wash through her, tightening her body around my dick. It pushes me over the edge and I spasm, shoving myself as deep into her as I can. I jerk and spasm, emptying myself in her body.
Scott cries out and I know that he’s coming, too. He made sure that he’s right there with us. Carly cries out as her body is filled with come, both in her pussy and her ass, and our thick cocks fill her to the absolute limit. Her body squeezes my dick, milking me and I keep coming. It is as if I’m going to keep pumping as long as her body grabs at mine. Scott breathes hard behind her and he collapses on top of Carly, his chest against her back. It presses her right up against me, her face close to mine, her breasts mashing against my chest.
I press my lips against hers and we lay like that, a sandwich of sex and orgasms, riding out the wave together. Every time we slow down and I think it’s going to stop, someone vaults into another fit of moans and spasms and kickstarts the other two again.
Finally, when it subsides and it’s just the three of us, lying on top of each other, panting and heaving, Scott sighs.
“Fuck me,” he says.
“We just did,” I say. He chuckles. Carly is paralytic on top of me. “Are you okay?” I ask her.
She nods, her cheek against my shoulder.
Scott pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of Carly. She whimpers when he does. We help her sit up and she clambers off me, my dick sliding out of her. She complains a little again and collapses onto the bed next to me. She pulls her legs up, almost hugging her knees to her chest and shivers.
Scott glances at me. I have the idea we are both thinking the same thing. Carly is the hottest woman we’ve ever been with but we are also developing a sense of protectiveness over her. Lying curled up like that, spent and breathing hard, she looks small and vulnerable. I want to protect her from the world. It’s a conflicting emotion considering what Scott and I are doing to her when we’re all fucking.
It’s rough, forcing her to lose control.
Maybe that’s what makes me feel so protective over her. I have a sense of possession over her. Mine, I think. But that isn’t it. I glance at Scott again.
Ours.
I turn on my side and pull Carly against me. Scott crawls around us and lies down on her other side, pressing his chest against her back. It’s intimate and sensual, the three of us connected in some way that has nothing to do with words or even the sex we just had.
Carly shudders and tension leaves her body almost visibly. She relaxes in our arms. I close my eyes. My dick throbbing with the echo of the sex we had and I’m tired, relaxed, but I’m not going to sleep. I’m alert, ready to take care of her. I take a deep breath and let it out, slowly.
Scott sighs just after I do and I wondered how much of this he’s feeling, too. I’m willing to bet that he feels the same about her. What does that say for the both of us and our friendship, if we are falling for the same woman? I don’t know. But, right now, we are together, all three of us pressed against each other, and that is all that matters.
We’ll probably get up and leave again in a while. We won’t spend the night unless she asks us to. But for the moment it’s the three of us and the warmth seeps through me. This, I will remember for a long time, no matter what happens.
This and the fucking mind-blowing orgasm I just had.
Carly
It’s getting harder to concentrate at work. And not just because of what’s going on in my personal life. I’m stressed about the alleged sex tape and whether it will leak or not. The sex I had with Kevin and Scott last night – as amazing as it was – just reminded me how much trouble we are in if that sex tape surfaces. Being the secretary that sleeps with the owner of the company, as the anonymous tip suggests, is a serious scandal. Even just the rumor can be damaging to my image if it comes down to getting another job.
Yeah, if that tape becomes a real thing, I’m screwed. I’ll be a Stanford graduate condemned to be the secretary of sleazy perverted men for the rest of my life. And that’d be if we were only talking about a normal sex tape.
But a threesome? On tape?
That can ruin all of us.
Kevin and Scott will lose the company, their positions, which is a hell of a lot worse than me just losing my silly little PA job, but it will still hurt me. It will put a nasty dent in my reputation and then no one will take me serious again. I will become a walking piece of ass.
I shake my head, trying to calm my thoughts. I can’t think about it like that. I must stay positive. Maybe it’s all just a threat and it will amount to nothing.
God, I hope that it is the case. With the camera being found, though, the chances are getting slimmer and slimmer. I can’t believe Emma would do something like this to me. She’s ruining my life. Who the hell did that to her sister? No matter what I’m doing in my personal life, whether she agrees or not, doing something like this is taking revenge - or whatever her issue is – to a whole new level.
It’s even worse because of how close we’ve always been. If we always fought, if my relationship with Emma wasn’t as good as it is, or used to be, it might have been a different story. It would still have been terrible but not as terrible as it is now. Emma and I stuck together since the day our father left and our mother had to plan to make ends meet. She worked so hard to make sure there was cash for us to be able to still lead a normal life that we barely saw her.
In losing our dad, we lost our mom, too. Emma and I were all we had and we stuck together through thick and thin. For her to just throw that away right now doesn’t make sense. It hurts a hell of a lot, in fact. And talking to her about it seems impossible, too. It doesn’t seem to me like she’s willing to listen, at all.
Lately, she’s been getting angry and storming away from every conversation I want to have with her. She’s stormed off twice in the club when we saw Kevin and Scott. Whatever her issue is with me seeing them, she doesn’t even speak to me about it.
She just tries to make my life hell. And she’s succeeding.
I drop my head in my hands and sigh. I must talk to her about it. I can’t just sit here and wait for the other shoe to drop. If this tape is real and she decides to come out with it we are all royally fucked. And I will lose my sister for good. If all of it can be prevented, I must try.
During my lunch hour, I walk to the parking lot and sit in my car. I dial Emma’s number and breathe slowly in and out, waiting for her to answer. My stomach tightens and in a knot of nerves. I never used to feel this horrible about talking to her.
The phone rolls over to voicemail and I get the monotone voice Emma used to record her message. I hang up and dial again. I don’t want to talk to a damn machine, I want to talk to my sister.
I get her voicemail a second time. When I try to phone her a third time, the phone goes straight to voicemail. Emma turned off her phone.
Getting her voicemail can mean that she is too busy to answer, but switching her phone off is a very clear message. She doesn’t want to speak to me.
I feel betrayed. If this comes out, my reputation will be ruined. I will either no
t be hired at all, or hired because they think I will fuck them, too. Scott will lose his job, his income. Kevin will lose his whole company. The damage will be so great it will be impossible to fix it, and Emma is willing to do this to us.
I sigh and bite back tears that suddenly sting my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut and tears roll down my cheeks. What the hell am I going to do about this?
When I’m done crying in the car, I check my face in the mirror. I fix the bit of makeup that’s smudged, reapply lipstick so that I look fresh, and get out of the car. I walk back to my desk. My lunch hour is over and I haven’t eaten at all. I can’t eat when I feel this horrible. It feels like everything is falling apart.
The problems at work are so hard, and at the same time the sex with Kevin and Scott is so good, the contrast gets to me. The good is amazing and the bad is terrible and I’m stuck in the middle, pulled apart by the two opposites and I have no idea what to do.
Stop fucking Kevin and Scott. Easy, right? But I don’t want to. Lose my job? I don’t have a choice.
When I get to my desk, I notice that Kevin’s blinds are drawn. The last time that’s happened, Scott and I were in there with him and he got handsy with me, turning me on, giving me a taste of what a threesome with him and Scott would be like.
Now, I know he isn’t thinking about our sex at all, except in terms of saving our skins. He’s probably talking to the investors again.
Scott walks to my desk. He looks good all dressed up – dark suit pants and a crisp white shirt. He doesn’t wear a tie, often has the top button undone and on a hot day his sleeves are rolled up, but today he looks neat and put together.
He looks at me, eyes searching my face.
“Are you doing okay?” he asks.
I shake my head. I’m not t even going to try lie about it.
“I’m not okay,” I say. The tears threaten to make a reappearance and I fight not to cry. I don’t want to cry in the office where everyone can see me, or in front of Scott.