And they loved it. The billionaires loved it, watching me get fucked, staring hungrily as those thick poles disappeared into my sweet snatch, coming out with traces of red on the sides.
Because yeah, it hurt a little. There was a tiny sting in my pussy deep inside, like a pinprick. But it was already dissolving, and going for it, I launched into action.
“Fuck me!” came my scream. “Fuck me Mason! Fuck me Tyler! Fuck me Kane!”
And Mason sprang into action then. Grabbing my hips, he began pummeling my pussy, fingers tight on my flesh as his dick did its business.
“Aww fuck,” was his bitten-out cry. “Aw fuck fuck fuck. You’re so tight.”
“I’ll say,” rasped Kane, watching with avid eyes as my butt bounced and jounced with each hard pound. “Give her the deep dicking she needs.”
And Tyler reached over then, all the while stroking his fuckshaft. With one clever finger, he stroked my anus as Mason pummeled me in back.
“Let go, little girl,” came the command. “Let go and let us see you explode.”
I had no other choice. I had to obey, there was no other way. And like a fireworks display, it happened then. Release rushed through my frame, cunt exploding in a shower of sparks as I screamed wildly.
“Yes!” was my belted-out cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”
And with that, my pussy and ass clamped wildly, squeezing on the hot shaft within. Mason came immediately, jerking once, then twice, before releasing a hot stream of spunk deep within.
“Fuuuck!” came his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
But before he finished, the big man pulled out, letting Kane take his place.
And in one swift push, Kane was inside once more, coming like a fire hose.
“Milk it,” he gasped, pumping deep within my recesses, spraying my vaginal chamber with hot man seed. “Milk my cock sweetheart.”
I cried out again, the spasms in my cunt unstoppable, electrical jolts running all the way to my fingers and toes. The top of my head was gonna blow off, I was going to dissolve into a puddle right here, right now.
But there was one more billionaire, and Tyler wasn’t missing his turn, no way no how. Because after Kane let out a few great spurts, he withdrew, and suddenly Tyler was deep within, blasting me with baby batter.
“Unnh,” the billionaire grunted. “Unnh, unnh.”
Oh god, this was so dirty. I could literally feel Tyler’s penis as it pulsed, the veins on the side hot and throbbing as he jerked and sprayed within my inner chamber, pumping me full of virile sperm.
And it only caused me to go buck wild all over again.
“YES!” I screamed to the heavens, “Yes!”
And that’s how I lost my virginity. It’s wrong, I know. I took three cocks within the space of five minutes. I let three men sample my insides, breaching my tiny hole, pumping me full of sperm as they saw fit. And I should be regretful. I should be shocked, I should feel dirty and unwhole, like a handmaiden forced to wear a scarlet letter.
But instead, all I feel is good. Because Mason, Kane and Tyler care about me. After they finished unloading spunk deep inside, each of them kissed my pussy tenderly, licking deeply at the swollen folds.
“You okay honey?” murmured one, lapping at the oozing slit. Oh god, oh god, he was literally tasting the cum of three men mixed together, the sweet and salty of various DNA. But they weren’t turned off at all. Instead, all three of them knelt in back of me, worshipping the sweet hole that had serviced them all.
“I’m okay, I think,” was my trembling whisper. “I think I’m okay.”
“Just okay or great?” teased Kane from in back of me, his tongue playing with my clit once more. “Good or great?”
And I giggled breathlessly because suddenly, everything went alert all over again. Could it be? Was I really ready to play again, so soon?
But it was true. Because Mason licked my asshole then, pulling apart the great white cheeks to get at my brownie, his tongue going up my rectum this time.
“Ahhh!” came my scream. “Ah ah!”
“Thought so,” he growled knowingly from behind. “Thought you liked it.”
And that was the truth. I more than liked it, I loved it. I loved everything they did, everything they’d taught me. It was beyond my wildest dreams, yes. It was beyond reality, pushing me into fantasy-land, a crazy sequence of events that was beyond comprehension.
And yet I adored this fantasy. I loved what had happened to me, here in this luxurious hotel suite, nude and trembling with pleasure even now. I relished how the billionaires made me feel, like a precious jewel, something to be cared for yet enjoyed. And in my deepest heart, there was always the truth that I wanted more. I wanted to see where this could go, and what can possibly become of an illicit relationship … with three men.
CHAPTER NINE
Katie
Walking in the door of my apartment, things felt different. I felt different. The smile hadn’t left my face since leaving the hotel room. Mason, Kane and Tyler tried to entice me to stay the night, but I wanted the comfort and familiarity of my own apartment to process my thoughts and feelings about what just happened.
My mind kept running over each moment of our illicit encounter. The billionaires had sent me spiraling over the edge into oblivion for sure. Making me purr with pleasure. Making me hum with a new awareness. Somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough. They’d made me feel desirable and beautiful, like Miss America times ten.
Carelessly, I kicked off a heel and watched it sail across the room, landing with a thud on the throw rug in the living room. Then the other one followed, landing a couple inches away from its twin. My mood was playful as I danced around my apartment, turning on lights. Humming some indistinguishable melody, I entered my room, fingers making quick work of the buttons on my blouse. Memories flooded me of Tyler’s sure hands unfastening the shirt and my body shivered.
Next my skirt joined my blouse in a puddle of clothing on the floor. I padded to the bathroom naked and twisted my hair up into a sloppy bun.
As the light came on, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and gasped. Was that really me? The girl with a flushed, healthy glow, a certain je ne sais quoi in those sparkling brown eyes? With the lips that were bee-stung and full, a happy, sated look on her face? Turning my chin this way and that, my eyes took in the new me. Yes, it was definitely me. The same girl who’d just had three gorgeous, alpha, billionaires take her virginity.
“You loved every minute!” I murmured naughtily, grinning at myself in the mirror, before giggling with unabashed humor. Yes, I enjoyed every minute spent in their company. And seeing myself through their eyes made me appreciate my figure that much more.
Because I was big then, and I’m big now. But studying my reflection, there were love bites on my breasts, the marks of teeth on the undersides of those full curves. There were fingerprints on my hips where they’d squeezed me tight, and oh god, a hickey on my throat. I was gonna have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow at work, otherwise there’d be wry looks and insinuations.
But it was nice for a change. Real action had happened, instead of made-up stuff with a fake long-distance boyfriend. I actually looked well-fucked, instead of the shy, bumbling girl that was my usual persona.
And stepping away from the mirror, I hummed merrily, turning the shower on, running my hand beneath the head as the water heated. Oh yeah, this was much needed. The warm spray from the nozzle hit my sore body as I stepped in. Would it always be like this? Would it always feel so good to take three men, letting them use my body, becoming their plaything?
A delicious ache throbbed between my legs, and experimentally, I touched down there. Oooh, soft and hot for sure, swollen a little too. But suddenly, a warm gush of cum slid from my hole, drenching my fingers unexpectedly. Oh god, oh god! Because this wasn’t just one deposit of sperm. This was the residue from three alpha billionaires.
A delicious shiver ran through my core once more. Yes, I�
�d done it. I’d let three men use my body, going raw and spurting deep inside. It was wrong, I know, but I couldn’t resist. Lifting my fingers to my lips, my eyes closed as I sucked at the digits, savoring the man milk on my tongue.
“Ummm,” came the appreciative moan, unbidden and throaty. The semen was tangy and gooey, the perfect dessert. “Ummm.”
Suddenly, my eyes fluttered opened. Oh my god! I wasn’t on any sort of birth control! And to add fuel to the fire, not one, but three men just sprayed deep inside. Oh shit! Immediately, my back jerked straight, thighs clamping shut. Plus my age. At twenty-two, no doubt my body was fertile, just waiting to ripen with a child.
Oh god, oh god. What had I done? Because yes, while the sensation of each man bareback inside of me was incredible, I couldn’t help but shrivel a bit. Talk about reckless and careless! And the chance that I’d get pregnant was multiplied by three, right? Three times the goodness, three times the opportunity? Oh god, my brain whirled crazily.
Not only that, but Tyler, Mason and Kane were strangers no less. Numbly, I reached for the shampoo bottle, squirting a big glob of soap into my palm. I still didn’t know anything about the alphas, not really. And lathering the shampoo into my hair, my inner voice chastised me once again.
How could you do that? it screamed. You know better than to have sex with strangers. What were you thinking? You’re done for now, Katie.
But it was too late. The dick wall had already happened, and I’d taken them deep into my body, welcoming the penetration. Not only that, but I’d opened my heart their personalities as well. I’d let myself entertain new horizons, exploring the unknown.
But all this could be rectified. I was going to get to know them. Biting my lip, the suds ran over my body, slippery and wet. I wanted to know Mason, Kane and Tyler. The three billionaires were a gateway to a different world … and a new me.
CHAPTER TEN
Tyler
“You almost ready, bro?”
I slipped on my suit jacket.
“Yeah, be right out.”
The clock on the wall read almost noon. I could only smirk when Kane told us we’d meet downstairs today. Guess Katie was afraid there would be a repeat of last night’s activities. Yeah, we all had some fun last night, and the girl seemed to love it. Of course we never have complaints in that department.
Throwing one last glance in the mirror, I shook my head. Last night she’d been the star attraction in my fantasy and I’d jacked off in my hand remembering the slick glide of her pussy.
But there was more to her than just the physical. There was the pure innocence, her honesty and wholesomeness. There was the way she trusted us, giving her all while holding nothing back. Hell, we needed to teach her about that. You can’t keep giving like that, you’ll be left with nothing.
But that’s one of the things I love about Katie. Because her generosity’s boundless as far as we can tell. The female’s a well of goodness, pure and sweet, and she’d give the clothes off her back before slamming the door in someone’s face.
Shit.
What have we gotten ourselves into?
She’s too good for us.
She’s way too good for a weekend fling, that’s for sure.
So what now?
But first things first. When the elevator doors opened revealing Katie standing in the lobby, all thoughts flew from my mind. Because even buttoned up in her business suit, the girl looked like a pin-up model. Sassy, shy and sweet, all at once, those Double Ds barely hidden behind a loose blouse.
And Kane and Mason were definitely on the same wavelength, eyes transfixed, bodies hard already. Shit, what she does to us. It’s insane.
“Sweetheart, you look beautiful,” I growled.
Smiling, I pulled the girl close and gave her a hug. She smelled like roses. The scent would permanently linger in my nostrils after inhaling that sweetness.
“Hi Tyler,” came her soft murmur.
Fully clothed, the girl was shy. A blush broke out across her face the minute I released her, but Kane and Mason went in for their embraces then. None of us could keep our hands off her, but we were trying to act like gentlemen in public. No need to let on to the horndog thoughts racing through our heads.
“Hey Mason, hey Kane,” she breathed with a genuine smile. But Kane’s had to get extra.
“Katie, you’re gorgeous,” the man growled while pulling her close for a second time. Dude, this guy was plastering the girl against his hard body, those boobies smashed against his chest. What the hell? Hands off, asshole, we’re just getting started.
But Kane backed off then.
“Where are you taking us today?” he drawled.
The brunette smiled weakly, still trying to catch her breath.
“Well, um …,” she stammered, shaking her head. Got a problem, sweetheart? Can’t remember your own name after you’ve been with us? Welcome to the ways of alpha billionaires. But finally, she gave one last shake and was able to manage some words.
“Knox has a lovely old mansion called Wayland Manor. It’s a landmark in the city. It’s had a lot of functions over the years, but last year was granted historic status. I think you’ll like it.”
If we were with Katie, then I liked it already.
“Let’s get this show on the road then,” came my growl. And once outside, the doorman got us a cab. We squeezed into the yellow vehicle, our big frames practically exploding outwards like a clown car. A limo would have been better, but Katie had nixed the idea. I didn’t blame her. All that space would have been a prime opportunity for a repeat of last night, given her tempting curves.
Because usually, we’re assholes when it comes to women. But Katie’s different. She’s so sweet and innocent, like a flower waiting to be plucked. And yet there’s mystery too. Why was she a virgin? Why was she so shy sometimes? It was like day and night, light and dark, all mixed into one intriguing female. I wanted to know everything about her, what made her tick, what made her angry, what made her laugh. So uncharacteristically, I did something extraordinary. I asked her about herself.
“So what do you do for work? What gets you up in the mornings?”
Innocent enough, at least when you’re from New York City. In Manhattan, it’s all about the job. Before people even know your name, they want to know what company you’re at and what you do day-to-day. Connections and networking are the name of the game where I’m from.
But my question seemed to catch her off guard.
“Oh, um … I work for a women’s magazine. I’m a copy editor.”
Mason craned his head from the front seat.
“How is it?” he drawled, one eyebrow up.
She offered a small smile.
“Well, how do I say this? It’s a little boring, if I’m being honest. The advice we offer isn’t that helpful, and it’s pretty repetitive most times. I mean, how many articles on losing weight can you read in a month? Or tips on how to catch a guy?” she finished with a wry smile.
If we weren’t in awe of her before, I think that response really won our hearts. Most women lived or died by the advice in women’s magazines, it was practically the Bible to them.
“Sweetheart, surely you don’t believe that stuff. You don’t need help catching a guy or losing weight. You’ve caught our attention and look smoking hot in everything you put on.” I leaned closer and dropped my voice before uttering the next sentence, so the driver couldn’t overhear.
“Plus, we all know you don’t need to be wearing a damn thing to be sexy as hell.” She blushed furiously and looked at her lap before softly offering her gratitude for the compliments.
“Thank you, Tyler,” were her soft words, accompanied by a blush. “Thank you.”
But Mason hadn’t heard that exchange, so he continued in a normal voice.
“So if not magazines, then what would you rather be doing?” he growled from the front seat. “What makes you get up in the mornings, sweet thing?”
All three of us looked a
t her then. We were interested, for sure. What was it about this girl who was contradictions galore, yet enticing all the same?
And immediately, Katie straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, as if confiding a secret.
“I really want to start a non-profit where I can support children from low-income families. There are a lot of them here in Knox, you know,” she said biting her lip. “We’re in the South, so things might not be as fancy as up North,” she continued hesitantly. “I’m just not sure how to make it a reality. My job doesn’t pay that well and these things cost a lot to set up,” she bit her lip. “But it’s for kids, real kids who have nothing.”
My bros and I shared a look. We were billionaires; we could make her dream come true with the snap of our fingers. Literally, we could be like fairy godmothers. Any and every resource was at our disposal. A simple phone call could get her a job at any charitable organization, or we could simply set her up with a non-profit of her own. It was no big deal and a tax write-off for us to boot.
But it was too soon to go down that road right now. Sure, we could lavish her with gifts, but it would overwhelm the poor thing, like getting dunked with a gallon of water when all you needed were a few sips. So slow was the name of the game.
“You’re amazing,” I growled with genuine emotion. “Most people don’t care about anyone but themselves.”
Kane stared at her too.
“Yeah, a real giver. Not too many of those in the world anymore,” he added reflectively.
And Mason topped it off.
“What can we do, sweet thing? What can we do to help?”
Katie was silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts.
“Right now, nothing,” she said quietly. “I’d say give money, but the thing is there aren’t any local non-profits doing this work. Even if you gave me money,” she added ruefully. “At this time, I wouldn’t know how to deploy it. It’s important to be careful with how you spend because sometimes you can do more harm than good.”
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