by Unknown
One of them grips me from behind and pulls me to his chest as he sits on the bed against the headboard, my hands now pressed to his crotch and held there between our bodies. His cock is hard in my hands. I stroke it. He uses my hair as a handle to hold me firmly against him as the weight of the other man joins us on the bed, moving in between my legs. This man ratchets my thighs wide apart, clawing at them as he makes his way into position to have his way with me. Held against the first body, there is no room for me to wiggle away as he enters me.
With a cock in my bound hands and another deep inside of me, all I can do is moan and lean into this warm body. I can feel his breath on my face as he holds my hair, while his counterpart literally fucks me silly. After a couple of minutes of being trapped between these men, I lose myself to the experience, moaning and enjoying the rhythm of their thrusts.
Just seconds before I feel myself about to come, he must decide that I am enjoying myself too much. Suddenly everything stops and I groan sadly, bucking my hips as best I can to hope to convince whoever was fucking me to continue. I hear a sadistic laugh, then hands working at the buckle on the blindfold.
“Don’t you want to know who is working you over before we continue, sweetness?”
Now I know my friend is the body behind me. As the blindfold falls, the other man resumes his perfectly timed hip movements. I blink my vision back into functionality, adjusting to the light of the room. Once again I feel on the verge of orgasm, having a hard time deciding whether to open my eyes or close them in pleasure. He speeds up to force me over the edge as I finally get my first glimpse of his face.
In the throes of a warm, body-shaking orgasm, it takes me longer than it should to place this man’s face. He seems awfully familiar but out of context and with my brain scrambled I can’t figure out who he is. As I rattle my mind for any clue, he continues the relentless pounding of his hips against mine, working his way deeper inside me with each thrust. As my legs wrapped around him draw him in, he finds the perfect rhythm to drive me absolutely mad. I can’t stop coming over and over again until I’m quivering between them, one man inside me as I hold the cock of the other in my hands.
My uncontrollable orgasms eventually drive the stranger over the edge as well. He smiles in the midst of this, and suddenly I know exactly who he is.
Three-shot Americano, no room for cream, in a twelve-ounce to-go cup. Every weekday afternoon at about two he comes in, perfectly coiffed and wearing a dark cut-to-fit suit that hugs his every curve. Every girl with a functioning libido at the upscale coffee shop I work at has a raging crush on this man, me included. And with good reason—not only is he hot as hell, he’s sweet, smart and tips well. Then there’s that impish smile!
Since he had become a regular, I’d had a number of toe-curling masturbatory fantasies about this man tossing me over the closest piece of furniture. The fact that he was actually here in bed with me at this very moment made me briefly question my sanity.
“You can’t say I never got you anything good, sweetness. Do you like your present?” I nod. My friend cooing in my ear lets me know this is actually happening, and now I’m so impressed with his planning it makes me dizzy.
As Mr. Americano is busy recovering from his exertions, my friend crawls out from behind me and lets me drop back on the bed. They grin at each other, far too pleased with themselves. As if in answer to the confused look I direct at him, Mr. Americano gives me a playful aw shucks shoulder shrug and says, “What can I say, darling, couldn’t resist the chance to have at it with my favorite coffee gal.” And there was that slight Southern twang to his voice, making me melt all over again.
While I’m distracted, one of them rolls me facedown on the bed. The cuffs and gag are removed. I flex my fingers and jaw, enjoying the freedom that I’m sure won’t last long. My head is forced into the mattress, a reminder of my place in the scheme of things even though I’m no longer bound. One of the men guides my hands into the small of my back and holds them there. I can feel his naked body rubbing against my ass, teasing me while holding me down. Raising myself off the bed, I arch toward him like an animal in heat, feeling just the tip of his hardness touching my thighs. I sigh, desperately wishing I could ask for more attention.
A chuckle in front of me and then I hear in that sexy drawl, “You weren’t kidding—she is quite the insatiable little slut.” He pulls me by the hair, raising my head off the bed and guiding my face into an angle where I make eye contact with him. He looms over me.
His cock is now at face level and I can’t help but admire it, hard once again, thick and just the right length, much like I had dreamed about in all those fantasies. And now here he is actually directing it into my mouth. I gladly accept it, drawing it into my throat as far as I can, which apparently isn’t far enough. He uses the handle of my hair to control the speed at which his cock violates my mouth, making me choke, gag and drool all over him in that humiliating way he appears to enjoy so much.
This show seems to inspire my friend as I feel him enter me from behind. Now I’m being rocked back and forth between two cocks, being taken from each direction, lost in this blissful lusty oblivion where I have no say in what happens to me. My body is nothing but a toy for their pleasure. Occasionally I look up to see Mr. Americano lost in his own elation, his hands wrapped in my hair, grinning evilly.
When they tire of their current position they switch, my friend throat-fucking me and the dreamy, still-nameless customer pressing himself into my pussy. “Look at me, don’t you fucking dare look away,” insists my friend. It’s harder than one would think to maintain eye contact with someone as he has his way with your face, especially while choking on his cock. This also makes it impossible to drift away to my happy place. Instead I am fully aware of every moment of being used, which I suppose is part of the fun for him.
I watch as he works himself into a frenzy, ultimately coming in my mouth, holding his cock in my throat so I have to work to swallow around it, not wanting to spill any of him on the bed. After removing himself from my mouth, he laboriously wipes his cock off on my face, using one hand to steady my head so I can’t turn away. The other he uses to hold his cock as he dries it on my cheeks, forehead, neck. When he’s finished, I’m a mess and still being hammered into from behind. Soon I feel Mr. Americano pull himself out, remove the condom he’s been wearing and come all over my back, marking his territory with a grunt.
They leave me panting, sweaty and come-covered on the bed, allowing me to catch my breath for a few moments before one of them returns. Mr. Americano gently moves my arms to my sides and massages life back into them after having pinned them down against my back through much of this ordeal. I am exhausted but beginning to feel human again as he touches me compassionately.
I come out of my euphoric state when I feel him flipping me over onto my back. He then takes my hand and guides me up off of the bed and into the bright opulent bathroom. Still clasping my hand, he helps me into the shower with him, turning on perfectly body-temperature water that engulfs us. We are silent as he soaps up my body under the spray, being very thorough and attentive. When he reaches between my legs, he becomes even more focused.
He guides me against the wall of the shower so I have something to lean into as he rubs my clit, which is desperate for attention after being ignored while the rest of my body is worked over. It doesn’t take long, between his fingers massaging my G-spot and my clit, for me to come again. For the first time all day, I have my hands free. It takes me a while to realize I can use them to hold on to the beautiful body of this man in front of me. So I do, grasping at his hips, fondling his chest and soft cock as he forces me over the edge a few more times in the slippery tub.
If I had more energy, I would try to elicit more from him. Though it’s plenty interesting in its soft state, his cock is even more fun when hard. I sigh as I run my hands over him a few more times before returning the favor and soaping him up, enjoying running the bubbly bar of soap over every curve of hi
m. It’s like seeing his body for the first time now that I’m unrestrained and able to experience it for myself.
When we’re finished rinsing ourselves, Mr. Americano turns the water off, gives me the signal to stay where I am and steps out into the bathroom to get a towel. He brusquely dries his own body as I watch, before bringing a towel over to me where I stand dripping into the tub. He then dries me off gently. I feel very pampered by the time he’s done, especially after the roughness of the rest of our time together.
He reaches out his hand for me, helping me step out of the tub so he can wrap the towel around my body long enough to take me back to the bed. Lifting the covers, he guides me under them to tuck me in. I smile sleepily at him as he says thank you and good-bye to my friend, the two of them grinning like madmen, thrilled to have pulled this encounter off. He circles around the bed to sit on the edge I’m facing.
“Good-bye, darling. Thank you for the lovely afternoon.” He kisses me on the forehead while I lie curled up under the covers of the big posh bed. “Remember, as far as your fellow coffee maidens go, this never happened. If you can keep our secret, I’ll see you every day at two for the best cup in town. If you’re a really good girl, I’ll even ask for another round one day. Understand?” He takes my chin gently in his hand and winks.
I nod and smile at him as he walks out the door. It’s a shame to see him go but I’m glad the afternoon’s festivities have come to an end; I can’t handle any more manhandling right now. As soon as the door clicks shut, my friend crawls in the bed with me. He curls into the curve of my back and holds me against him, entwining me tenderly and tightly in his arms, a pleasant end to our time together, some sweetness after all the struggle.
Back in coffee land, Mr. Americano makes good on his word. I continue to see him every day over the chrome and wood divide of the high customer-service counter, doing my best to not let on that we ever crossed the customer/barista line. Luckily, all of us who work in this café have such a crush on him, it isn’t that unusual or noteworthy that every time he walks in I flush bright red as I remember our time in that hotel room together. My mind flashes back to the debauchery while trying to pretend he’s just another customer.
Always a gentlemen, he gives me a little knowing wink whenever it happens while I take his order. Other than that, seemingly nothing has changed between us. I keep waiting for the day he slips me a note, or I get a call to meet him somewhere. Maybe it will never happen, but it gives me something to look forward to and keeps me on my toes each time my friend calls. I never know when I’ll end up in another room trapped with the two of them again.
The thought makes me wet.
DUO
J. Sinclaire
There is a delicate balance to submission, whether it is physical or emotional, that is part intuition and part (oh, the perverse irony of it) faith. Not existential, “this is simply not enough” faith, but the willful belief in something or someone that allows us to completely let go. To not be caught up in the self-conscious pretense of day-to-day work and life and cubicles. To not be concerned with ourselves beyond the flush on our cheeks and the cock between our lips. To just let go of anything that could in any way prevent this—this release. This roiling storm of ecstasy. This orgasm that shatters our bodies, again and again, until we are weak and spent, and can fuck no more. This, at any sane cost.
Submission is the first step on a path fraught with pleasure.
I suppose that’s why I’m here. Here being standing between two handsome men who are more than willing to assist me with any desire I could conceive of, or even concoct a few new ones if need be.
We’re somewhere private enough, with seating nearby and a counter behind us. They are stocky, solid and strong, similar but all part of a delightful combination when submission comes into play. We are at that moment when intent becomes action, and my heart is already racing.
James makes the first move. Bridging the gap between us in a single step, his hand snakes around my waist and draws our bodies close. Though only slightly taller than me, it is enough that he has to lower his lips to meet mine and he does so slowly, allowing us a few shared breaths first. The anticipation swells, and the eventual kiss makes my cunt ache with demands for attention.
We are frenzied. I tease him with my tongue. He nips at my lip. His fingers dig into the curve of my hip and I can feel his cock stirring against me. My arms lift to drape around his neck and we both lean into each other instinctively. A murmur of pleasure passes my lips, unbidden, as he coils his hand into my hair and tugs sharply.
Our lips part, my head is thrown back, and his tongue and teeth graze along my jawline to my neck.
“What do you want?” he questions me, blunt and demanding.
My scalp stings but my pulse quickens as I compose my reply. “What you want. Fuck me. Use me.” My voice trembles at the thought and my pussy responds wetly to the image. “Both of you, everywhere. Just make me come harder than I ever have.”
Hal chuckles behind me, amused in part by my words and by James’s subtly shocked reaction. His cursory surprise does not escape me either; I can hear his breath stutter, a momentary pause in the rhythm, as my statement sinks in.
Hal is well aware of my proclivities, my brash statements and my imploring pleas, but James…James is about to learn.
As am I, I realize, when James shifts his other hand from my hip up to my neck. He cups me under my jaw, thumb and forefinger holding me in place firmly. A smile flickers across my lips, a thrill I can’t hide, enjoying his immediate response to my request.
His words, like his lips, are soft and moist against my ear. “You’re damn right you’ll come.” I murmur nonsense in agreement.
“When I want you to.”
He punctuates his statement by shoving me down onto my knees in front of him. Eye level with his cock, I watch as he frees it from his pants. He is hard, thick and weighty, precome glistening on the tip of his head. I moisten my lips with my tongue, eager to taste him.
One hand tangled in my hair, the other stroking himself slowly, James pulls me close enough that I’m able to lick a trail along the underside of his cock. He shifts his body slightly, letting go of my hair to reach behind him, gripping the countertop to steel himself.
Able to move more freely now, my lips pucker and press gently against his head. I let him rest on my mouth, peppering the tip with slow, pouty kisses, sucking him gently, gradually between my lips. My tongue glides along the length of his cock as I work him down my throat until I can take no more. He arches his back and moves his hand to the back of my head, holding me in place.
My hips shift forward, pussy throbbing as my breathing pauses, his cock deep in my throat. I start to move my hand between my thighs but look up at him pleadingly before continuing. He nods down at me and I quickly cup my mound over my jeans, my fingertips probing between my lips through the coarse cloth.
His grip on my hair loosens and I slide him out of my mouth enough to catch my breath. My clit catches between my finger and the seam of my jeans, and a spasm of pleasure rolls through me. My eyes flutter closed and I moan, taking his cock inside me again, beginning to work him rhythmically with my mouth.
There’s the sound of furniture stirring across the floor behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Hal has repositioned a love seat to face us and is seated, absentmindedly fondling his cock through his pants. Like some sort of perverse Pavlovian response, watching Hal incites me to tease James more. I alternate between sucking him deep and hard at a slow, steady pace and then switching over to swirling my tongue around his head and down his shaft.
James is leaning against the counter using both hands now, rocking slightly from my ministrations. I wrap one hand around the base of his penis, guiding him between my lips, while my other hand is planted firmly over my cunt, working against the fabric to build my orgasm.
My body is thrumming with excitement, beyond sensitive to every shift of my tank top against my nipples, eve
ry muscle tensing in my thighs, every indication of my climax approaching.
I lose myself in the sensations, eyes closed and moaning around his cock in my mouth, ready to shudder with orgasmic relief. Without warning, he reaches down and grips my hair sharply. I look up in surprise, cock still between my lips, my orgasm suspended on the edge.
“Not yet.”
Somehow, his refusal almost sends me past the point of no return but I restrain myself, hand on my pussy slowing to a crawl as I draw out my pleasure. I continue thrusting him into my mouth, more greedily now as I ride the edge of my orgasm. I hear moans and whimpers that take me a minute to recognize as my own.
After a few minutes of blissful torment, Hal pipes up. “Let her finish. She can do this all day.”
Grateful, I glance over at him. His hard cock is firmly in hand, though he’s barely stroking himself, just focusing on watching us instead. My eyes shift up to James’s, pleading wordlessly as the tip of my tongue darts along the junction of his head and shaft.
He grunts his approval down at me and I take him inside me to the hilt as my fingers reach a blazing pace on my clit and finally, finally, my orgasm tumbles through me. Screaming wordlessly, filled completely, I come, gasping for air between moans. He holds my head in place as the pleasure spreads through my cunt and only lets go when I’m suddenly, inexplicably, having difficulty supporting my trembling body.
His cock slides out of my mouth as he reaches down and gathers me up in his arms. The burst of pleasure is subsiding, and he kisses me gently until it ebbs completely. I’m amazed at how hard I’ve come, and we’ve only just begun. That realization and, less subtly, his hand groping at my ass, bring me back into the moment with a renewed throb of lust in my center.
Smiling, I break away from the kiss and stand up on tiptoes slightly to pause near his ear. “Thank you, James. May I have another?” I whisper before nibbling at his neck. He clutches my ass firmly, cupping my cheeks and crushing me into his body. His cock twitches against my mound, my jeans already soaked through along the seam. He reaches between us to confirm this with a satisfied smirk. His fingers stroke me from ass to clit, slowly and methodically. I squirm but he holds me still, his lips teasing mine.