by Gia Blue
Justin thrusts through the circle of my hand, fucks it, but doesn’t let his tight grip on my hair lessen any. The stare he’s giving me is half jealousy and half arousal.
Fuck he’s hot.
He growls and groans, reacting to the pressure of my palm against his shaft, the tightening I give him at the tip, the tiny twist on the upstroke. “Fuck yeah. Feels so good.”
“That’s it, Daddy. You’re gonna come for me again.”
His cock’s throbbing, twitching in my hold.
And everything about this, being outside, being within steps of the front door with a bunch of firemen inside, just makes my pussy cream all over again, grow heavy and ache with need.
“Lift your leg onto my hip.”
Oh, goody, I’m gonna get fucked again.
I do as he asks, bring my leg up to rest just above his hip, then Justin places his forearm under the back of my knee, holding me up while leaving my pussy open and exposed.
“Put me in, Amber. Put Daddy’s cock in that tight cunt of yours.”
Hell yeah.
I take his dick and guide it toward my soaking hole, slide the tip of it along my slit and gather the moisture there, revel in his moans for a moment before I settle him at my opening. “Do it, Daddy. Fill me with your cock.”
One surge. A giant one that damn near sends me flying. He’s now fully embedded inside me, his long prick filling my heat. I sigh and let my eyes drift close. “Oh, yeah. So good.”
“You’ve got the perfect pussy. Tight as hell.” He releases my hair that his other hand’s clutching and grabs my other leg with it, hikes it so it joins the first, then wraps me around him completely. I’ve got my car at my back and Justin’s strong forearms between the Vs of the back of my legs holding them in place up front.
He withdraws and then shoves forward, jarring me with the force of his thrust. It seems, at least with me, he has one speed: hard and fucking fast.
‘Cause immediately, he becomes a jackhammer, pistoning in and out of my cunt, rocking the car with every forceful thrust. “Fucking.” Slam. “Tight.” Slam. “Pussy.” Slam.
“Yesyesyesyes…” I’m panting and yelling and begging, all at the same time, pussy reveling in sheer ecstasy as he takes me.
“Did you like him watching?”
“Yes.”
He pounds and pounds and pounds, gives me three fierce thrusts in a row. “Did you want his cock? Want him coming down your throat? Eating your pussy? Fucking you?”
“Oh, oh Daddy…” My clit’s throbbing, sending pure pleasure through my entire body, toes curling, breath catching—nipples already hard as rocks.
“Did you? Do you?” He pushes in and doesn’t move, effectively stopping his blissful torture. “I’m not going to let you come until you tell me the truth.”
I narrow my eyes at him, try to glare him into starting again. When that doesn’t work, I give in with the truth. “Yes. I would love for him to come in my mouth while you fuck me. I want him in my pussy while you’re in my ass. I want to get fucked and filled by both of your cocks.” I practically spit the words at him, wait for him to yank his dick out of me and leave me here. Unfulfilled.
“Oh, you are Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” He pulls out and pushes in again. “Is it my cock that’s fucking you, or is it his?”
I hold him close, wrap my arms around his shoulders, hold on for dear life while he goes back to punishing me with his big dick. “Yours.” A stab of electric pleasure travels down my spine, sings through me, and I scream against his neck, pussy clenching and tightening around him, milking that beautiful prick of his. “Fuck me. Shit. Fuck my cunt.”
He grunts. Pushes in and pulls out, car rocking. “Take it. Take that fat cock.”
I can’t control my body any longer, muscles tensing, ecstasy filling every pore while he keeps his punishing pace.
In, out, in, out.
Over and over again.
“Harder. Harder, Daddy.” I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as I beg and cry. It’s so goddamn good I don’t have the words to describe how wonderful our fucking feels.
“You like that? Like getting fucked by another fireman? Imagine it’s his dick in your cunt. Pumping and pounding your pussy.”
And then, the fantasy of the cutie is there in front of me. His blond hair is sweat-soaked and his muscles are bunching, shifting with the effort of holding me. Fucking me. Cutie’s cock slipping in and out of my dripping cunt.
“Fuck me. Yeah, give me your cock while Daddy watches.”
“Come on my cock. Let Justin see how hot I make you.” It’s Justin talking, but in my mind, it’s the cutie, urging me on, teasing my daddy.
“Fuckfuckfuck…” My pussy’s spasming, clenching and yanking with my orgasm close, so near the edge until I’m a ball of pleasure, whole body jerking, shivering and shuddering.
It’s there. So close within reach, and then Justin gives me more. Harder, faster, deeper. Like his cock’s growing somehow. Then, I’m tumbling…down, down, down and rising higher and higher until I explode, screaming and sobbing and begging and pleading while I come apart at the seams.
It’s just…awesome. I’m floating, rising and falling in time with Justin’s thrusts, his movements drawing my orgasm out further and further until I think I’m going to die from the pleasure I’m experiencing.
And then…
He thrusts, three jerky movements before he closes his hips to mine, dick throbbing, twitching in my still spasming cunt, spilling his cum deep into my pussy and giving me whatever he has left. His body shudders and trembles, his own climax taking control while he pumps me full. Again and again, gifting me with the last drops of his hot cum until I feel it leaking from my pussy, coating my inner thighs as it dribbles.
Fuck I love being branded from the inside out.
Before long, he releases a heavy breath, lets go of my legs and helps me stand on my own two feet. My limbs are shaky, wobbly, but I manage to stay upright.
Wow, that was some fuck.
Justin wraps me in his arms, holds me close and strokes my back while we work at catching our breath.
Double wow.
His cock, soaked in my juices, is still hanging out. I reach for his pants, only to have my hands captured by his.
“Hey, Matt, can you toss over that towel you’ve got?”
Eyes wide, I freeze, glance over my shoulder and see that Cutie’s standing right there, holding one of the towels I’d brought with me. Apparently, Matt must’ve followed us out to return it.
And I suppose he got more than he bargained for.
“Eep!” I hide my face against Justin’s chest.
He reaches down and pats my ass. “Aw, baby, you got fucked in front of him once already. Now you’re shy?”
I punch him in the stomach. “You made me admit to wanting to fuck him!” I know my voice is shrill, but now I’m embarrassed as hell.
“Hush, sweetheart.” I hear something hit the roof of my car and assume Matt’s just tossed him the towel. Justin shifts beneath me, and adds, “So, Matt. How does dinner tomorrow sound?”
I’m not going to turn around and look. I’m not.
Goddamnit. I totally look. I glance over my shoulder again, see the heat and desire in his eyes and cream. More of my juices joining the trail of cum down my thighs.
“Sounds good.”
Wow. Cutie. Matt. At dinner.
Double wow.
The End
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He Makes Me Burn
Tonight has me hella nervous.
Just a few days ago, I managed to seduce my ex-stepdad. “Ex” because my mom ran off to join the freaking circus.
Seriously.
So, yeah. I fucked him. Well, he fucked me…whatever.
Then, I had to poke the lion. I trotted off to the station house (ex-stepdad’s totally a hot fireman) and he ended up fucking me in the garage, and then once more against the s
ide of my car.
All while as one of the new guys watched us. Both times. During which, I admitted that I wanted said new guy to fuck me and come down my throat.
So, Justin invited him over for dinner.
Eep!
I mean, does he think he’s coming over here to fuck me?
Duh, of course he does. What man wouldn’t?
Better question: how’s it gonna work? I mean, will Daddy watch? Participate? Coordinate?
Gah!
Fuck it. I need to focus.
With a deep sigh I go back to the kitchen, shake my ass to the music blaring from the living room, having myself a good old time as I try to make dinner. Yeah, I’m not much of a cook, but I know how to throw lasagna together.
I don’t have too much left to do, just have to heat up the frozen garlic bread and take the main dish out of the oven. Quick and easy so we can get down to doing the dirty.
Yay!
I don’t hear the front door open, but I do hear Justin bellow through the house. “Amber!”
I drop what I’m doing, wipe my hands on my kitchen towel, and race toward the entry. I’m running by the time I head down the hallway, then I just launch myself at him.
Thank god he’s a fireman and built like a fucking tank.
He catches me with ease, and I don’t hesitate to lay a passionate kiss on him, force my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with all of my pent-up passion. He’s been working overtime helping out another station so it’s been a while.
I use my hold on his shoulders to help me rub my pussy over his groin, smile against his mouth when I feel his cock thicken in response. I moan, dive back in for more of his taste, but suddenly freeze when I hear someone clearing their throat from behind him.
I tear my mouth away and peek over Justin’s shoulder, surprised that he brought the young hottie home with him.
Shit. I hadn’t expected company to show up now.
I relax my legs and lower them to the ground, ease my hands away from Justin’s shoulders at the same time.
“Um…sorry,” I whisper to J, not sure if he’s good with this. I mean, we’ve fucked in front of Matt, but attacking each other in front of guests wasn’t ever discussed.
He wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to the top of my head, then his hands come to rest at the top of my ass. “It’s okay, baby.” His finger touches me just beneath my chin and he raises my face until I’m looking into his eyes. “After all, he’s already seen us do worse, hasn’t he?”
Yeah, no biggie. That’s what I was thinking too.
Just then, the alarm on the oven goes off, saving me from whatever he was planning to say. “Sorry, gotta grab dinner before it burns.” I rise up on tiptoe and kiss his nose.
He shakes his head and turns me around, taps my ass to get me moving. “Go ahead. We’ll eat in the living room.”
Oh, boy. Casual with a guest. When Mom was still around, we always ate in the dining room. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Nibbling my lower lip, I rush into the kitchen and get to work on finishing up dinner. The garlic rolls take hardly any time and I take them out of the toaster oven. Now, I’m just leaning against the counter, waiting for the lasagna to cool a little before I cut it, when Matt walks in. He’s just as sweet and hot as I remember.
He’s younger than Justin, but J’s been a fireman for a pretty long time. Matt’s pretty buff and broad, though light to Justin’s dark, and shy while J’s outspoken.
He smiles at me when he enters, that endearing blush tinting his cheeks. “Hey, smells good.”
I nod, give him a small smile. “Justin likes it.”
A teasing light in his eyes, he replies, “Don’t you mean, Daddy?”
I raise a single brow, surprised that a guy who’d stuttered when we’d first met is suddenly so forward. “I think our relationship is our own business, don’t you?” I shoot for prim and proper. Instead, I think I may have missed the target a bit, and quite possibly come off as an überbitch.
His voice is low when he responds, face practically glowing it’s so red. Shit, I think I’ve embarrassed him. And all he was doing was trying to speak his mind.
I know it’s a bit off-topic, but all of a sudden, I have the urge to eat him like ice cream.
“Maybe it became my business when I caught the two of you in the garage. Or outside, by your car. Or maybe when I stroked off to you fucking him.”
Heat sears my face and I know I’m blushing bright red. Redder than him. I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Guys stroke off to porn, but that doesn’t mean they get to say anything to porn stars about their chosen profession.”
“Speaking of which, I’ve heard you rather enjoy porn.”
Dear god in heaven. I swallow past the lump in my throat and open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off.
Opening the refrigerator door, he asks, “I’m getting a beer for Justin. What’re you having?” He sets the bottles on the counter.
“I-I’m just having water.” I turn back to the cabinets and snag a glass from the cupboard. “Go ahead and tell Justin that it’ll be just a couple of more minutes.”
I don’t turn around to watch him leave. He’s unnerved me. Like he reached in and took the tiny butterflies in my stomach and turned them into freakin’ birds or something. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.
I listen to the sound of his shoes thumping on the tile floor as he leaves, then I take a deep breath. I can do this. I can get through dinner with this guy.
One last draw on air until my lungs are full and I’m ready to make the best of what’s started off as an awkward night.
And then, I’ll get Justin to fuck my brains out before the night is over.
Yeah. This is me. Doing—this.
* * *
If I have to stare at this guy anymore I’m going to scream. Uneasiness aside, this much hotness should not be contained in a single room. Between him and Justin, I’m a sitting blob of “fuck me now.”
Justin hasn’t gotten undressed like he normally does, so he’s still sporting the tight shirt that he wore to work today, stretching over his bulging muscles and outlining the lines of his upper body.
Double “yay” for me ‘cause Matt’s wearing the exact same thing. He’s not as broad-shouldered as J, but he’s still cut as hell.
Those shirts fit them like a freaking glove.
And it makes me hot. Hardcore, fuck me now, hot.
Justin needs to get rid of his friend or we’ll end up fucking in front of him. Again.
I’m sitting on the couch with Matt while Justin’s nearby on one of the recliners, relaxing as he finishes off his beer. He’s on his second, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be kicking Matt out soon.
I hope. Hope? I dunno. Maybe.
There’s been no overt come-ons from Matt, so I’m thinking he really was only here for dinner. Huh.
My pussy’s wet, growing wetter by the second, images of rolling around with the two men—in bed, on the floor—tumbling through my mind. I don’t think of myself as a downright perv, but god, they’re both so hot.
I wiggle my ass a little, shift position to tease my clit and get comfortable. The fairly constant throbbing of my bundle of nerves is killing me.
I watch as Justin tips his head back, empties his bottle, then straightens and sets it on the coffee table. “So…” The TV’s volume is low, so it’s not clashing with our conversation. “You seem a bit squirmy, Amber. You okay?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, eyes going wide. “I-I’m fine. Just tired, I think.”
Matt, sweet and seductive Matt, has to pipe in. “You do seem to be shifting a lot. Kinda like my ex-girlfriend when she used to get all turned on. When her pussy was really wet, she’d be moving around and trying to get off without being overtly obvious.”
I damn near whimper. Fucker has me pegged. I whip my head around to stare at Justin to gauge his reaction, but he’s just got a small smile in place, passion swimming in his eyes and a gr
owing bulge inside his slacks.
Okay.
Matt leans forward, snagging my attention, places his beer bottle on the table, and then turns toward me. He’s got a noticeable bulge as well. “Does something have you turned on, Amber?”
I lick my dry lips. “Um…Justin?” I glance at him from the corner of my eye. Okay, sure, we teased, tempted, and got down and dirty in front of Matt, but we didn’t exactly talk about this.
His eyes are half-closed, legs spread wide with one hand on his crotch, fingers sliding up and down the line of his cock. “Answer the man, baby. Tell the truth.”
Oh, shit. Ohshitohshitohshit!
Okay, calm down. They’re just words, that’s all.
“Um, yeah. Fine, here goes. You both are really hot. Really. And…” I glance at J to make sure he’s still onboard and seeing that he’s got his pants undone, hand resting just inside his slacks, probably teasing the head of his dick, I suppose he is. I tear my gaze away, force myself to return to Matt, adding, “I was thinking about what it would feel like to have both of you fuck me.” After having spilled my guts, I can honestly swear the heat my face is generating could power the entire freakin’ city.
Then, as quickly as it’d come, Matt’s bravado flees. His cheeks redden while his focus immediately turns to his knees. He licks his lips, still not looking at me, fingers tapping his thigh.
“Matt, do you have something to say about that?” Justin’s voice is deep and growly, kinda like the way he sounds when he fucks me.
I split my attention between the two men.
Wow. Daddy’s pulling the strings and getting the fuck off on it. His dick’s sticking out of the top of his boxers now, and his fist is wrapped around the thick length while he watches Matt and me stumble through this uncomfortable situation.
It seems as if the “script” Justin had given Matt has finally run out. And so, it’s as if J’s directing the shy man, egging him on. I don’t believe for a second that Matt doesn’t want me. He may just need a little help getting there, is all.
“Matt?” I reach out, stroke a single finger across the top of his hand, and he turns his attention from his knees to me, eyes wide. “Whaddaya say?” I scoot closer until our bodies touch, my chest pressing into his arm. “Do you like the idea of fucking me? With my Daddy?”