Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day: An MFMMM Menage Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Yes. Come hang out with us, back at the hotel and hot tub. Come to the opening ceremony with us tonight. You can bring your friend Sheila. Where is she, anyway?” I look around, but don’t see her.

  “Oh, she’s off with some of her own Prince Charmings,” Melissa says. “But don’t worry, we made up. And we’ll get together later. Apparently last night was a real eye opener for her too.”

  “Who would have thought that being sold to a bunch of guys would be such a great experience for two girls in one night?” Martin jokes.

  “Yeah exactly,” Melissa says. “But, really. I’d love to hang out with you guys. Of course.”

  “Good,” I tell her. “Because my proposition doesn’t end there. Keep being with us. All three of us.”

  “How would that be possible?” she asks, looking back and forth among us.

  “I know, you’re still studying here in South Korea, but, how long do you have left in your program?” Martin asks.

  I’m glad to see he’s been giving this as much thought as I have.

  “Three more months,” she says. “I’ll be done in May, at the end of the semester.”

  “Perfect,” Gerald says. “We’ll all be together again in May then, if not sooner. We could always fly back out here and see you.”

  Good old Gerald. Always doing what it takes to look out for others.

  Melissa noticeably blushes. It’s so damn cute.

  “I think that sounds like a great plan,” she says. “But I guess my question was more along the lines of, how, practically, we could make it work? Isn’t the arrangement a bit… unconventional?”

  “Sure,” Martin says, shrugging. “But there’s never been anything conventional about me. I just want to live life the way I want to live it. With you. And these two gentle giants, of course.”

  He hooks a thumb at Gerald and me.

  “I just want to make you happy,” I tell Melissa, and mean it. “I think the three of us can give you all the love you deserve… times three.”

  “Love, huh?” she says with a grin.

  “Love. I love you, Melissa,” I tell her. “I never knew I could fall in love with someone so quickly, or make such on the spot decisions, but I think everything happens for a reason, and I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” Kevin says, and Martin says, “Me too. I love you. So much.”

  “I guess, hooray for love, then!” Melissa says. “And for Olympic medals. Now, how about that hot tub?”

  Chapter 11 – Melissa

  It’s been a full day of fun and celebration. My three men did end up winning all three places in the slopestyle competition. We soaked in the hot tub and then met Sheila and her new companions for dinner before the ceremony.

  Now, Sheila and I are watching all three of my guys standing on the podium, wearing their shiny new medals. They all wink at me at once.

  “Aren’t I just the luckiest girl in the whole world?” I ask her.

  “You sure are,” she says. “Just remember who invited you here.”

  “I’m so glad you did,” I tell her, truthfully. “Thank you.”

  The closing song is played and only then can I meet up with my men again. We decide to go back to the hotel for a private session, this time.

  I was amazed at how great it felt to have sex in public. I never expected to do anything so wild and daring. But now, laying back on a big king sized bed with my three men in private, I’m feeling a new kind of bravery wash over me. One that requires me to be open and vulnerable, and actually love another human being. Three human beings all at once, to be exact.

  At this moment, one of my beloved human beings— Martin, is fingering my pussy while the other two— Gerald and Kevin—are sucking on my nipples. Then Martin begins playing with my clit, making me cum while the other two each expertly work one of my breasts with their own mouths.

  I arch my back, coming in Martin’s mouth as Gerald and Kevin start to beat their big cock against my breasts.

  “Oh my God!” I call out, as they titty fuck me into oblivion. “Martin. Gerald. Kevin. This feels amazing.”

  We’re all gasping for breath, trying to gather our wits back about us, and then we fall back onto the bed together. Their hands are all over my hair, their lips are all over my body. They want me, over and over, and it feels so good I can’t stand it.

  My three guys are resting now, but as soon as Martin puts his hand on my ass cheek, I snap back into action, rubbing my pussy up against his hand.

  “I need your cocks again!” I tell him.

  “What does the lady want?” Martin asks.

  “Two cocks at the same time again,” I beg. “Or maybe three. In my mouth this time. Please. And then in my pussy. Maybe even my ass.”

  He slaps my breast and leaves a red mark.

  “Say please,” he says.

  “Please. Please!”

  “Let me put my cock down her throat first,” Gerald says. “You guys got to go first last time.”

  “You sure you’re ready to go again already?” Martin asks him.

  “Of course,” he says. “We’re Olympic athletes, aren’t we? Known for our stamina?”

  “Among other things,” Martin says with a wink.

  I’m kneeling on the bed on my hands and knees, and Gerald puts his cock in my throat. It fills it all the way up, just like it did my pussy. But after I move my mouth up and down its shaft for a while, cupping and playing with his big balls, I suck on the head and he moans as if it’s the best feeling ever.

  Then I move over to Kevin’s cock and do the same thing. And then I do it to Gerald, too. I got back and forth, taking each one of their big cocks in my mouth and eating them.

  It’s exactly what I was craving. I feel such a mixture of relief, satisfaction, and pure pleasure.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Gerald asks me. “To be our little slut, with our cocks jammed down your throat?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “You’re our shared little whore and we can do whatever we want to you, whenever we want,” he says. “But you can do whatever you want to us, too, whenever you want, right? You begged us to fill up your mouth, and you want us to fill up your pussy again, too, don’t you?”

  Suddenly all three guys are shoving their cocks in my mouth, so I’m completely filled up by their cocks. I nod my head and hum “yes” as they fuck my throat.

  “Don’t worry,” Gerald says. “I’m not going to cum in your throat. I want to fill up other parts of you, too. And I do mean every part. Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” I admit, again feeling a mixture of humiliation and satisfaction as they’re crammed into my mouth and hinting that they want to cram my pussy and my ass.

  It feels different now, that it’s just the four of us—but I still feel a bit humiliated in a good way at the thought of them enjoying my body together. At the thought of them doing anything they want to me because I’m their shared whore. I want them to do whatever they want with me, whenever they want, just like they’re suggesting.

  “Good, because we’re going to fill up your ass and your pussy, because you’re our little slut, and our girlfriend, forever.”

  Girlfriend. I like the sound of that. Almost as much as I like the sound of forever. A girl can get used to that. Just like she can get used to being pleasured and admired and loved by three men at once. I thought I was selling them my body, but they ended up stealing my heart.

  Chapter 12 – Gerald

  I look down at my lovely princess, with her mouth open wide and my cock shoved down it, along with Martin’s and Kevin’s, and I feel like the luckiest man alive. I’ve always been someone who likes to help others and now I’m glad that my friends and I can all three help ourselves to Melissa’s amazing body.

  She goes back to sucking and licking our shafts, one by one, and letting us take turns fucking her mouth over and over, until we’re all panting. I’m dangerously close to coming, so I get up onto my knees.

  “Come on, gu
ys,” I say. “It’s time to explore those other holes we were just talking about.”

  I put Melissa into position: on her hands and knees on the bed. Her ass and pussy are exposed to us—straight up for the taking. I spread her ass wide and spank it, while Martin sticks his fingers in her pussy.

  “Hey, hold on,” I tell him. “I know you’re impatient, Mr. Gold Medal winner. But we are going to take this nice and easy, because she’s going to get a dick in her ass. And it’s going to be mine.”

  “Hell yeah, baby,” Melissa says, and I give her ass a good spank, letting her know that I’m glad she’s mine.

  Kevin positions himself in front of Melissa and she takes his cock back into her mouth like it had been before. Then Martin slides his cock into her wet, gaping pussy hole. I watch every move, loving how her pussy opens up and then closes around his big cock.

  “Okay, are you ready for me?” I ask her.

  She nods and says, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” although her answer is muffled since Kevin’s cock is in her mouth.

  I slide my cock into her ass hole, trying to be very careful. Still, she flinches and whimpers.

  “Ouch. Owww. Oh, my God.”

  “Are you okay, Baby?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she says, as I slide the rest of the way in. “I like it now that it’s in.”

  “I knew you would.”

  I slowly push in and out of her, while Martin fucks her pussy like crazy.

  “This feels so wet and tight and good,” he tells her.

  “Do you like when my cock is in your ass while Martin’s is in your pussy and Kevin’s is in your mouth?” I ask her.

  She nods, and Kevin takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to say, “Yes. I love how all three of you fill me up, and stuff my ass hole, my pussy hole and my mouth. I love that I’m your little slut and your girlfriend. I’m yours for the taking at all times.”

  I pull her hips further back against me, and she lets go and starts riding my cock with her ass hole, and also pushing up and back on Martin’s cock in her pussy. The friction feels amazing, and we grunt and groan while we fill her every hole and fuck her fast and hard.

  “I’m gonna cum,” she groans, her mouth full of Kevin’s cock. “I’m gonna cum with your cocks in my pussy, and my ass, and my mouth.”

  “Good, darling,” I say, starting to feel a twinge at the base of my ball sac myself. “I’m going to cum too. I’ll flood your ass with my cum.”

  “And I’m going to cum in your pussy,” Martin adds. Kevin starts grunting, and moans as he dumps his semen into Melissa’s willing mouth.

  She swallows and laps up every last lick. Her eagerness excites me and I start shooting my load into her ass. Meanwhile, Martin’s emptying his cock into her pussy.

  “We’re both filling you up with our cum,” he says. “All over you. All inside you.”

  Now Kevin’s rubbing his cock all over her tits, and Martin and I pull our cocks out of her and start rubbing our cum all over her ass and back. We’re all three claiming and marking her as our own. We never plan to let her go now that we have her. Not now, not ever.

  We are all spent and exhausted now, and we collapse onto the bed, encircling all our limbs all around each other. We’re panting, and sighing.

  “That was amazing,” Melissa says. “I really loved how I was completely filled up by all you guys.”

  “Good,” Martin says. “Because we really do want to do it forever.”

  “Oh yeah, we never got that morning after pill,” Melissa remarks. “Is it even available here in South Korea?”

  “Hell if I know,” Kevin says, and starts laughing.

  “Me neither,” we all laugh.

  “It doesn’t matter, though,” Kevin says, giving her a passionate kiss. He’s the only one who can right now, since his cock was just in her mouth.

  “Yeah, because we really do want to put a baby in you,” Martin adds. “Don’t we guys?”

  Kevin says “sure” and I surprise myself by saying the same thing, and meaning it.

  I had no idea I wanted to be a father. But then again, I had no idea I wanted to share one girl with my two best friends, either. I guess life throws us some curve balls sometimes. Or, some curvy slopes we have to maneuver.

  “I don’t know,” Melissa says. “I’m still young, and want to be a reporter. Don’t get me wrong,” she adds quickly. “I meant what I said when I said I love you all and want to be with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready for kids yet.”

  “That’s okay,” Martin says. “Whenever you’re ready, don’t you worry at all. You’ll have three fathers happily ready to take on fatherhood with you. I think you’ll be ready sooner than you think. We do seem to have a way of getting you to do what we want.”

  “Oh yeah, with three million dollars.” She pauses, then adds, “Hey, are you only saying I can be your girlfriend and baby momma so I’ll have to share the money with you?”

  “Very funny,” I tell her, kissing her on the cheek. “But no. You’re welcome to keep the money. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

  “Well, that’s good,” she says. “Because I’ve been wanting to take an economic journalism course that cost more than my required coursework, but is taught by some of the best names in the industry. Not at Northwestern. Off campus.”

  “There you go,” I tell her. “You can take that course and anything else your heart desires. And don’t worry about being able to go back to work after you have that baby of ours—I volunteer to be on dad duty any time.”

  “And so do I,” both of my buddies quickly add.

  “Let’s just take things one day at a time,” she says. “You’ll have to marry me before you can expect me to have any of your babies.”

  “That’s a good idea,” Martin says.

  “I agree,” says Kevin.

  “How could we even make that happen?” Melissa asks. “It’s illegal.”

  “We’ve found a way to do lots of things already,” I tell her. “After all, we took your regular virginity, your anal virginity, and won three Olympic medals, all in one day.”

  “And fell in love,” she says, winking. “You fell in love with me. Don’t forget that.”

  “I never could,” I tell her, as we all lay back into one relaxed, content mix on the bed. Exactly the way things were meant to be.

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  Tackled by the Team: An MFMM Menage Reverse Harem Romance

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  Chapter 1

  Lexi

  I was standing outside the Sea-Eagles’ locker room, nervous as hell. The Sea-Eagles had pulled off a squeaker to move up in the playoffs; 14 to 13 over the Hawks. Two birds of prey and only one emerged the victor.

  I was prepping for a stand up shot and checked myself in the monitor. This gig was too important for me not to make a good impression with the network. Sports Ring, the newest name in sports channels, promoted two things: sports and the beautiful people who reported on them.

  Hey, I’m not full of myself— I’m just 23, with a body that many guys have referred to as “the perfect hourglass figure” and a face that was cute enough to win Ms. Baskin County when I was 17.

  On the monitor, I did my beauty pageant check in my head. (You can’t do anything that girly in public on this network!) Legs? Toned and ready. My beige skirt was midway between my knees and my butt. My butt w
as out there, round, but not so my skirt was strangling it. (This was a sports segment, not a night at the club.) Boobs? Still perky. I was showing a little cleavage between the blue blazer and sky blue shirt underneath, but not a lot. This wasn’t Hooters. Teeth? White. Hair? Black, silky and shoulder length.

  Finally, the face. Yes, this is my money maker. I had that girl-next-door look with just a dash of mischievousness. Plus I had rosy cheeks and dimples. I mean, I could’ve been one of the Campbell Soup kids if they hired models for that.

  Yes, this was my dream job and thankfully, I just happened to fit the look the network had wanted: attractive, tomboy-ish and curvy. I looked knowledgeable about sports. That last part was totally optional in this business, with my looks being a lot more important for this gig, but it just so happened I knew tons about sports. My dad had drilled Sea-Eagles stats in my going back to the 70’s.

  Baker, my cameraman, had worked the field for every network. A consummate camera jockey and freelancer, he had a great eye but the look of Jabba the Hut. (I loved the guy, but he definitely belonged behind the camera.) He was 50-something, with a beer gut, an always unshaven gray beard and a sloppy mess of clothes that looked like they spent time in a heap on his apartment floor when he wasn’t wearing or washing them.

  Baker had just gotten a new camera from the network. It was about twice the size of an iPhone.

  “Jesus, this thing is small,” he said for about the fiftieth time. “Back in the day, I developed real muscle tone lifting a camera. These days, I don’t know whether to shoot with it or download a mobile game on it!”

  “I think you can do both with that,” I pointed out. “How do I look?”

  “Gorgeous, as always,” he replied, while lining up the shot. “And I mean that both professionally and as a guy who would totally jump your bones if I was 20 years younger.”

  “Yeah, right,” I scoffed. “Baker, as my dad would say, you couldn’t get laid in a whorehouse.”

  “Nah, seriously. I was a looker,” he insisted. “I used to dress nice when I spent money on clothes.”