by Opal Carew
"I’m close. Keep going."
She dove deep, then bobbed up and down, squeezing him in her mouth. He tensed, then shot liquid down her throat, pulsing insider her. When he was finished she shifted to Granger. Neil took Mike’s place and she moved from Neil to Granger. Granger’s big cock, a little longer than Neil’s, pulsed in her mouth, then he released. She sucked, then swallowed. He stroked her hair, then pulled out, leaving Neil’s hard cock in front of her. She took him deep and within moments he was filling her again.
He pulled out and kissed her head again. She swallowed and glanced around at Slade.
The other’s glanced at him expectantly.
He leaned against the table, a bulge apparent in his blue jeans, but he did not make a move to release it. She stroked over the bulge, then unzipped him and slid her hand inside. Her fingers found his hot, hard flesh and she wrapped her fingers around him—or tried to. He was so thick she couldn’t quite reach all the way around. She drew him out and her eyes widened. Never had she seen a cock so big. It was as big around as her wrist, and it had to be at least ten inches long.
"My God, man, you’re fucking huge." Granger stared openly at Slade’s cock.
Slade just shrugged.
Sylvia drew his cock-head to her lips and licked his tip, swirling his tongue around and around the tip. She wrapped her lips around him and glided forward, opening wider and wider until he slid inside. She got his cock-head into her mouth, but she could barely take a third of his shaft. She slipped off the end and slid along the side of his shaft like it was a cob of corn, squeezing him with her lips.
"Poor guy. It’s gotta be torture having her mouth only on one side while the other is cold," Neil said.
Slade glanced at him and quirked his head in a sideways gesture. "That’s true, Neil. You’re welcome to come help out."
To her surprise, Neil knelt down facing her and pressed his mouth to Slade’s big cock. He followed her movements, sliding along the cock until his lips touched hers, then they moved together, totally covering the cock wherever they were. She quivered at how intensely erotic it was, her lips touching his, gliding along this hot, steel-hard shaft.
They traveled his length several times, then Neil continued over the top and took the head into his mouth. He gulped it down, taking it deeper than Sylvia could. She watched in fascination until he slid off the end, then she took the mushroom-shaped tip in her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, then Slade cupped her head and drew her from him.
"Now it’s time for someone to fuck you."
Her heart thundered in her chest as she thought about his big cock filling her. Big hands wrapped around her waist and guided her to the table. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the tabletop. But it was Granger, not Slade, who stepped behind her. She felt his hard flesh glide between her thighs, then slide forward and back, stroking her slick slit.
"Oh, yeah. So hot and wet." He grasped his cock and positioned it, then slid inside her. He was about the same size as Neil, fitting nicely. After a few short strokes, he slipped out. Then she felt him against her back opening.
She held her breath as he pressed against it. She relaxed her muscles as he entered her, slowly, moving deeper and deeper. Soon he was all the way in, his groin pressed tight against her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and as one they turned around until she faced the others, Granger leaning against the table still embedded inside her. He lifted her knees, opening her to the men.
Mike stepped forward and smiled. "Nice view." He grasped his cock and pressed it to her slit, then glided inside.
Oh, man, she had two big cocks inside her. She sighed as Mike cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue swirling inside her mouth. Then he drove deep. She moaned at the intense sensations of the two cocks inside her. She wrapped her legs around Mike’s waist as he began to move in a steady rhythm, filling her over and over, while Granger’s cock slid in and out of her back passage at the same time. They thrust again and again as wild sensations spiraled through her. She felt dizzy with pleasure. Building. Higher and higher. Until it erupted into an intense orgasm.
She moaned as they kept filling her, then first one then the other groaned their release. The three of them collapsed together, sandwiching her between their two muscular, masculine bodies.
After a moment, Mike stepped back. Granger steadied her on her feet, his cock slipping away as she stood.
"My turn." Neil turned her to face the table again. As she braced her hands on the edge, his hard cock drove into her slick slit. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to his body, then started to thrust. His fingers found her clit and he toyed with it as he drove into her with exuberance. She clung to his forearms as bliss pulsed through her.
It was so fast and furious. And exciting!
"Oh, yeah." He tensed as he continued driving into her, then she felt hot liquid filling her.
"Oh, God, yes!" She arched her back as she exploded in yet another orgasm.
His lips grazed her neck, nuzzling along the side as her breathing calmed. He kissed her ear, then eased back.
She turned and leaned back against the table. Mike handed her a bottle of cold water and she twisted off the lid as she watched Neil and Granger drift out of the meeting room. She sipped as Mike nodded then followed them out, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Her gaze locked with Slade, the only man here who hadn’t fucked her yet. And the only man still in the room. Her heartbeat began to race again as she thought of him pushing that big monster of his into her. She glanced at the bulge in his pants. At some point, he’d tucked it away again.
He smiled as he noticed the direction of her gaze.
"Follow me." He turned and walked to the door.
She obeyed. Once he left the room, instead of turning left to return to the offices, he turned right, then led her down the short hallway to an exit at the end.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
He pushed open the door, ignoring her question.
Oh, God, she was totally naked. She couldn’t walk into a public area this way. She hesitated.
"Come here, slave."
She trembled in excitement when he called her slave, and responded to the no nonsense tone of his voice immediately. She stepped toward the doorway and peered through it.
She sighed as she realized it was some kind of storage area, or maybe loading dock, with the concrete floors and utility-style lighting. Then she noticed the motorcycle, every bit as big as the one she’d seen him getting off this morning, standing a couple of yards from one wall.
"That’s what I love about this office space. It gives me a place to store my second bike."
"It’s nice." She didn’t know much about motorcycles, but this one was black and sleek and had flames painted along the sides.
He nodded toward the bike and she walked to it. She could feel him behind her, big and masculine. Close.
She was alone in this garage-like space with a big, bad boy biker. And she was his slave. Her insides quivered at the thought. She stopped in front of the big machine and stroked the black, leather seat, then turned to face him.
"I saw you watching me when I arrived this morning, and got the impression you liked the idea of being with a biker."
At thoughts of this big biker with his huge cock filling her, all she could manage was a nod.
His gaze locked on hers and he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head, then tossed it aside. Her gaze locked on his broad chest and chiseled abs.
"Even a slave deserves a treat sometimes."
His fingers worked at the belt on his jeans, then he unzipped and let them drop to the floor. His big cock stretched his black briefs to the limit, and she could tell he wasn’t even at full length yet.
He stepped toward her and grabbed her hand, then she found herself crushed against his steel-hard chest, his arms around her, his lips capturing hers. They were hard and demanding as his tongue glided
inside and possessed her mouth. He lifted her onto the bike, sitting her sideways and he kissed down her neck as his hands found her breasts and cupped them. He leaned down and licked her nipple, sending tingles through her, then he sucked. She clung to his head, pulling him close as she moaned.
He drew back and pressed her knees wide, then leaned down and licked her clit. His tongue dove forward, teasing the sensitive nub. Heat washed through her. He licked and sucked, driving her pleasure higher, while she threaded her fingers through his wavy hair.
Then he stepped back and she moaned in frustration.
He smiled and pushed his briefs to the floor, revealing his thick, and fully revived, cock.
"I want you to suck me."
She slipped from the bike and crouched before him, then wrapped both hands around his big rod. She stroked up and down, then drew his huge cock to her mouth and swallowed the head. She couldn’t take him as deep as she’d like, but she continued to stroke the hot, thick shaft as she sucked. His fingers coiled in her hair and he kept moving her head up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth, but not enough to overwhelm her. She followed the rhythm.
"That’s right. Just like that."
His cock twitched in her grip. She slid one hand under his balls and stroked, then cupped them in her palm. They tightened as she sucked faster, and his breathing increased.
"Stop."
At his sharp word, she pulled back, staring at him with wide eyes. Did this man never want to come?
But the intensity of his charcoal eyes burned through her and he grasped her shoulders and tugged her to her feet. His mouth latched onto hers and he drove his tongue in hard, then thrust it in and out. She felt herself propelled around then lifted onto the bike, her back to the handlebars, her thighs spread apart by the big machine between her legs. He mounted the bike, staring at her glistening flesh,
He leaned back in the seat and drew her closer. His hot, hard shaft brushed against her thigh, then he dragged the head over her wet, aching flesh.
"Ohhhh, please. I want you inside me so bad."
He groaned and pressed his cock to her opening, then pushed forward. His cock-head stretched her as it pressed inside. It was so thick she was afraid it wouldn’t fit, but he eased forward and it disappeared inside.
"Oh, God, yes." The words came out in short squeaks, as his cock slowly filled her. "You’re so big."
He continued forward, pushing into her. She gasped as his incredibly thick shaft filled her, stretching her flesh like she’d never been stretched before. And his length seemed to go on forever. Deeper and deeper.
Finally, he seemed to be all the way in, but then cupped her ass and lifted her onto him, allowing his cock to go even deeper. She moaned.
He lifted her up and down, his cock moving within her. Slowly and steadily.
"Oh… that’s… so… good." She wanted to swoon with the pleasure. She squeezed him.
"Fuck, you’re going to end it too soon."
Soon? The man had held off for hours of foreplay, never once coming. How could he claim this was too soon?
She groaned as he pulled her from his cock and set her on the seat. She reached for his cock, but he shook his head.
"Turn around and face the front of the bike."
She twisted around until her back was to him.
"Now lean forward and lift that pretty ass of yours."
When she dropped forward, her bare breasts brushed against cold metal. She grabbed the handles and pushed herself up, her feet finding purchase as she straightened her legs, lifting her butt as directed.
"Perfect." He stroked her ass, then his fingers found her slick flesh and pressed into her.
As he stroked her passage, she knew she could come on the spot, but she held back, longing for the feel of his big cock inside her again.
Then she felt it. His hard cock-head brushing her hot flesh.
"Now I’m going to fuck you. And you will come when I tell you to. Do you understand?"
She nodded. Then he grasped her hips and pulled her tight to him, his cock thrusting into her.
"Oh, yes." She squeezed him, loving the feel of his thick, steel-hard shaft buried deep inside her passage.
He cupped her breasts as he pivoted his hips forward and back, forward and back, filling her with thick hard cock again and again. She squeezed him, feeling the pleasure rise within her. He tweaked her nipples and she moaned, then he pulled her tight against him, squeezing her breasts as his cock drove deep.
"Oh, yes. I’m so close." Her breathing was erratic.
"Fuck this. I want to see your face."
He dragged her from the bike, his cock slipping from her again. She felt lightheaded as he turned her to face him and backed her up until she felt the cold, hard wall behind her.
"God, I want to fuck you so bad." His muscular body crushed her against the hard surface as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, drove deep several times, then nuzzled her neck.
"Oh, please." She wanted his big cock inside her so bad.
"Tell me you want it." His charcoal gaze burned into her.
"I want you to fuck me," she said breathlessly.
"Shit, yeah."
He drove into her, impaling her in one thrust. She moaned as pleasure jolted through her.
"Please make me come," she begged as he drove deep again.
"Not until I say."
He drilled into her, driving her pleasure higher. She clung to his shoulders, fending off the impending explosion of bliss, but barely.
"I can’t." Her nails dug into his back as he drove deep again. "I’m so close."
He thrust again and again, and she felt herself slipping over the edge. He tensed against her.
"Now. Come right now," he commanded.
Heat encompassed her as his body continued to pound into her. He groaned and his big cock erupted inside her, flooding her with hot liquid.
"Oh… oh, God," she cried. Joy blasted through her, sending her to heaven as she wailed long and loud. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Then she wailed as her pleasure reached a pinnacle, her senses fluttering wildly, as her body exploded in ecstasy.
He held her tight to his body as she gasped for air, then she collapsed against his solid chest. She sucked in a big breath of air.
"Oh, my God, that was… incredible."
He smiled, then kissed her. "You talk as if it’s done."
Her eyes widened as he thrust again. Still so close, she felt the pleasure shoot through her again, until she was wailing in another orgasm as his cock drilled into her, her head spinning.
He slowed as the wave of pleasure ebbed, until finally they were simply facing each other.
"Do you have a license for that thing?" she asked.
"The motorcycle?"
She grinned. "That’s not the big, intimidating symbol of manhood I was thinking of."
He laughed, his charcoal eyes glittering. "Sylvia, you are delightful."
"Sylvia? I thought I was slave?"
"The agreement was for four hours and,"—his head nodded toward a clock hanging on the wall—"that’s over now."
"Oh." Feeling a little crestfallen, she drew back, but he didn’t release her from his embrace.
"Wait, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want this to continue. I just didn’t want to take advantage."
Her lips turned up in a smile and she kissed him.
"That’s okay. I don’t mind if you take advantage a little longer." Not that she thought either of them had the energy to make love again, but she loved being in his arms like this.
He seemed to understand that and he cuddled her close to him.
* * *
Once she was cleaned up and dressed again, she stepped into the open area of the office to see all four men waiting for her.
She smiled. "Thank you." She felt a little tongue-tied, and even a little shy. She’d just acted out her most intimate fantasy with these men, but now that it was back to real life it felt… awkward.
Gazing around at their handsome faces—and drop dead gorgeous bodies—she wished she could continued the fantasy. If she asked, would they let her come back another day?
"Sylvia, before you go," Mike said, "our other partner is going to be calling in a minute and wants to talk to you."
"You have another partner?"
"That’s right, but your fantasy was to be with four men, not five, so he bowed out."
"Oh. Why him?" she asked, feeling a little insecure. Had he not found her attractive enough when he’d seen the picture Cal had sent them? Or did he disapprove?
"Probably not for any of the reason you’re thinking," Slade said, probably reading her insecurity from her face.
"You see, he’s the boss," Mike said. "And he thought he might overwhelm you."
The phone rang.
"I thought you were all partners," she murmured to Slade as Mike walked to the phone at the end of the conference table and picked it up.
"We are, but he just naturally takes charge."
"Yes, sir," Mike said in a deferential tone. He held out the receiver to her.
She took it and placed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Miss Reed?" the man said in a curt voice.
"Yes."
"I trust you enjoyed your fantasy today."
"Um… yes, thank you." Her cheeks flushed.
"Good. We met your terms, with only four partners present, but now I have a proposal for you."
"What is it?"
"Come back Monday and submit to me and my partners as our slave, but as yourself, with no roles or fantasies to hide behind. And I will be the one totally in change."
Her breath caught. It was one thing to act out a fantasy. To submit as part of a role. But could she really give herself over to this commanding man and do anything he told her to do?
"You will follow my every command, and if you don’t obey, you will submit to punishment. Do you accept?"
She hesitated, her heart thundering in her chest.
Oh, hell yes.
"What time do you want me here?" she asked.
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