Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  She looked at the door opposite her own and noticed it was slightly ajar. There were laughs coming from inside it. She took a few steps forward and knocked loud enough so the two guys inside could hear. “Come on in,” a cheerful voiced called from inside. She pushed the door open and peered inside to see two guys playing a racing game on the television. One of them paused it and they looked up at her. They smiled immediately and she reciprocated. “What’s up?” From his voice, she gathered he was the same one who had called her inside. “My name’s Tiffany. I live right across from you. Just wanted to introduce myself.”

  The other guy replied, “My name is Dave and this is Joey. Nice to meet you! Would you like to come in and play or hang out?”

  Tiffany smiled and nodded, pushing the door open wide enough for her to slip into the room. They had the bolt out so the door bounced a couple times as it fell back before settling into its previous position ajar. Dave pointed at his seat and then at the bed before asking, “Chair or bed?”

  Tiffany waved her hand a little and sat on the bed next to him. “You keep playing. I’ll take on the winner.” The two guys nodded and continued their round. It was Joey who ended up winning. Dave passed her the control in his hand with a grim expression. She could tell he was just messing around so she went with it. She patted his arm and said, “There, there. Just because you lost that round doesn’t make you a loser.” She chuckled and Joey laughed. Dave looked at her with mild surprise and amusement before laughing as well. “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” he told her.

  She smirked and set up her car before the race against Joey. Neither of them knew what they were in for. She had been playing these kinds for years and was very good at them. She even enjoyed getting friends together and having championships. The trophies were always sort of ridiculous, as were the rules, but everyone always had a great time. In that moment, it struck her that it would be a great idea to do something like that for the floor. She watched the countdown on the screen and the race began. She won almost too easily. Both Dave and Joey simply turned to gape at her. “What? Didn’t think a girl could play so well?”

  Dave laughed and replied, “Not because you’re a girl. It’s just that you play really well. In general, you know.”

  She smiled triumphantly and handed him the control. He looked at her with confusion and was about to say something when she interrupted him, “You should get a shot at a rematch with Joey.” They both shrugged and went on to play another round. So they carried on like this, taking turns playing rounds and Tiffany always winning. Neither of them even got close to her scores. About an hour or so later, Dave dropped the control on the bed and said, “There’s no use playing against you.” The three laughed and let the music of the main menu play in the background as they continued to have a conversation. Naturally, it started with them questioning Tiffany about her gaming habits.

  “I don’t want to stereotype or anything but I just haven’t really met many girls who were gamers. Much less so good. Not to say they aren’t out there. I just haven’t met many,” Joey told her. Tiffany nodded but said nothing because she could tell he wanted to keep talking or ask her a question. “Have you ever been to any conventions or gaming competitions?”

  “Not official competitions,” she told him. She then went on to describe the little championships she would have randomly over weekends with her friends and acquaintances. “I didn’t win every time. I actually knew a pretty good circle of gamers. I don’t know that I would consider myself a gamer. I just really like playing occasionally and have a knack for them.”

  The two guys listened to her with great interest. It was pretty awesome to be so relaxed with the first people she met on her floor. From there, the conversation went on to carry various topics. After a couple hours, night had fallen and their stomachs had started to grumble. So they decided to head out to the nearest dining hall and grab some dinner together. Tiffany was relieved she was not completely alone. Thought she did not mind it, that was not how she wanted to spend her first night in the dorms. After eating, she walked between Dave and Joey back up to the dorms. Somehow the conversation had gone from stuff each had heard about the dining hall food to relationships. By the time they were in front of their room doors, sex had vaguely entered the conversation.

  “So, are you done for the night or did you want to keep hanging out?”

  “I’m down to play some more. What games do you have?”

  So Joey led her into the room and showed the collections of games he had brought. They settled on a traditional combat game. A couple rounds in, Joey made a passing joke they should play the strip version. Tiffany laughed and said, “At the rate you two have been going, I’ll be leaving here fully clothed while you two will be butt-naked.”

  “Is that a challenge?” Dave said this with narrow eyes. Tiffany laughed. Dave laughed too but then said, “Well, then we have to add a little something to it. Maybe you should pay a bigger penalty for losing.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like remove an item of clothing and then do a dare.”

  “A dare? Are we in middle school?” The three of them laughed. She could already think of how this could go wrong or too far but she wanted to do it. It sounded exciting. It seemed like the kind of thing one might want to try when first starting out in college. She figured if it was going to far or if she was uncomfortable, she could just stop it. She mentioned this to them and they agreed immediately.

  “There is no way we’ll push you to do anything you don’t want to,” Dave told her earnestly.

  With that, they began the following rounds with both Dave and Joey having to take off clothing at a much faster rate than Tiffany. When Dave finally beat Tiffany, she took off her sweater and looked at them. She did not say anything. She was just waiting for him to assign her dare. “I dare you to take off another article of clothing,” Dave said.

  Tiffany scoffed and said, “Cheap shot. But I get it, it’s the only way you’ll get me out of my clothes.”

  Joey made and “ooo” sound and burst into laughter. Dave’s cheeks reddened slightly but he was good-natured so he ended up laughing as well. She took off her shoes and socks, deciding not to make each one a single item of clothing. It would be a lot more fun this way, after all. Dave gave her a thumb up as she passed the control to Joey. The two played another round and Joey lost again, stripping him right down to his boxers. The other two laughed but he just sat there. He handed the control over to Tiffany and, somehow, Dave won the round again. “Is this rigged?”

  “Not at all. Guess I just have more motivation now,” he told her. She could have sworn he was fighting the urge to wink at her. She let out a breath and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal a light yellow bra that contrasted greatly with her dark, buttery skin. She tried to look away and play it cool, knowing both of them were gaping at her large breasts. “Dare?”

  Dave cleared his throat and said, “Right. A dare. Let’s make this a good one.”

  Joey made an indistinguishable noise and reached to his bed, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it on his lap. Tiffany smirked knowing exactly why he had the urge to do that. Some part of her felt nice knowing that just seeing her in a bra had already turned her on. She also reasoned these were young guys who probably got turned on with a gust of wind.

  Dave smiled deviously and said, “I dare you to make out with Joey.”

  “Dude,” he said in a strained voice.

  Tiffany pushed herself off the bed and walked right over to him. She leaned forward and grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss. He got into it right away but she could tell he was not entirely sure what to do with his hands. So she decided to have a little fun with the situation and straddled him, the throw pillow placed conveniently between her and his lap. He made a small noise of surprise when he felt her weight on him but never broke the kiss. She ran her hand down his arm until she reached his wrist and pulled it so he would wrap his arm around
her waist. He did the same thing with his other arm and drew her body in closer so that her chest was touching his. After a couple minutes, Dave cleared his throat and the two broke apart.

  “I think that’s good?” He was looking at them somewhat incredulously. He was also trying, but failing, not to look at Tiffany’s cleavage. She smirked and pushed herself off Joey to walk over to Dave. She lowered herself to sit on his lap and asked, “Are you feeling left out?”

  He swallowed and shook his head, blue eyes darting down again to her boobs that were threatening to spill out of her bra. She laughed lightly and reached around to unclasp her bra. She slid it off her and tossed it to the nearest bed. Dave looked at her with wide eyes. She grabbed his hand and ran I up her side until it was resting on her boob. She leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his hand begin to move and fondle her boob. She gave a small moan when he pinched her nipple and began slowly gyrating her hips, enjoying the feeling of his hardening bulge under her ass. She broke the kiss to catch her breath and Dave took the opportunity to lick down her collarbone and chest until he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. She moaned but then pushed herself off him.

  She walked back to Joey and dropped to her knees in front of him. She hooked her index fingers around the waistband of his boxers and said, “You’ve had this situation for a little bit now. Maybe I can help.” She pulled down his boxers and, as soon as they hit the floor, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Mmm nice,” she told him as she stroked up and down his shaft. He made a strange shivering noise as he leaned back in the chair and let her continue. She looked him up and down and said, “You’re pretty pale. I like it though.” He smiled feebly.

  She leaned forward and licked from the base of his shaft up to the very tip of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine. She cupped his balls and began massaging them right as she took in his entire cock, down to the hilt. She began moving her head up and down, sucking the entire time. When she tasted the precum on her tongue, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and she crawled over to Dave. She took off his boxers and began stroking his erection. She noticed he was a bit larger than Dave. She licked her lips and immediately took his cock into her mouth, finding it only slightly more challenging to take it all in. She ran her hand up and down the smooth skin of his tanned thigh. It was a soft golden color, typical of someone with his white skin who had spent a lot of time out in the sun. She looked into his blue eyes as she kept sucking, enjoying the look of lust in them as they looked down at her.

  She then stood up and took off her pants and thong, letting both drop to the floor as she walked over to Dave’s bed. She sat up on it and opened her legs, string straight into Dave’s eyes as she ran her own finger along her slit. She leaned back and inserted the same finger while massaging her clit with her thumb, letting soft moans fall freely from her lips. Once she was very wet, she told them in a seductively low voice, “I hope you boys have condoms.”

  The two immediately jumped off their chairs and scurried about to find their condoms. Once they did, she reached her hand out so they would give them to her. She turned around on the bed so her head was hanging off it. She handed a condom to Dave and pulled Joey toward her as he put it on. She opened her mouth and felt Joey’s cock slide in, hitting the back of her throat. He began to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. She moaned when she felt Dave’s cock enter her in one swift movement. She had not even felt him get on the bed. Dave did not bother waiting to pick up the pace of his thrusting, going fast and hard almost right away. Joey, on the other hand, did not move his hips any faster. She pressed her hand to his thigh so she could say, “Don’t be afraid to fuck my face.”

  “Shit,” Joey said with obvious excitement. He moved a hand under her head and grabbed onto a clump of hair as he slid his cock inside her mouth again. He then began thrusting in and out at a much faster pace, threatening to make her gag. Meanwhile, Dave’s movements had become jerky. She felt as if he were going out of control when he leaned forward over her, groaning loudly and eyes shut tight. He slipped out of her and rolled off the bed to take off and throw away his condom.

  At this, Tiffany grabbed Joey’s wrist and pulled him to indicate he should take Dave’s place. He wasted no time in scrambling onto the bed and crawling over her. She handed him the condom, which he put on quickly before rubbing his cock all over her slit and sliding it in. He made long and deep thrusts, not too fast, giving her the chance to really enjoy how he felt inside her. He reached out and began rubbing her clit as he picked up the pace of her thrusting, causing her to moan somewhat loud. She slapped her hand over her mouth and continued moaning, her own hips rising and falling to the rhythm of Joey’s thrusts. Pretty soon she felt his movements become erratic as he came, the motion of his finger on his clit halting. He slid out of her and she quickly finished herself off, moaning and writhing on the bed with the two guys watching her.

  She stood up and smiled at them. Dave had taken the liberty of gathering her clothes and he handed them to her so she could get dressed. After she did, she gave each of them a peck on the cheek and said, “Thanks for having me over! I had a lot of fun playing with you guys.” She walked back to her room and, shutting the door behind her, decided it had not been such a bad thing for her roommate not to move in yet.

  --THE END--

  Erecting a New Plan

  Erecting a New Plan tells the story of Lana, a successful young black woman who has booked an appointment with a famous and renowned architect. Though she is originally disappointed to learn he will not be directly working on her project, she soon finds the architect he assigned to it is perfectly suited for the job. The two are on the same page with every creative idea and she is drawn to his great work ethic and, soon enough, feels a physical attraction. Right as she tries to figure out if the feeling is mutual, the boss and original architect shows up. Though she expects that to be a breaker in the tension that had been building, it ends up leading to an exciting new adventure with her and the two white men.

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  Lana walked into the cool office and looked around, confused as to where she should go. The w not a reception desk, from what she saw, so she wondered if she may have wandered into the wrong place. A young lady with a friendly face and fixed smile walked up to her. She looked at the folders Lana was clutching and asked, “How can I help you today?”

  “Oh, hello. My name is Lana and I have an appointment with Gerald Waye.”

  “Please follow me. I'll go ahead and let Mr. Waye know you've arrived.” The young woman led Lana to an adjacent room where there were a couple comfortable couches and armchairs. It was clearly a waiting room but she found its location quite odd. She took the seat nearest the archway and placed the folders on her lap, looking around and sizing up the décor. Less than two minutes later, the young woman returned and beckoned Lana toward her. “Mr . Waye is ready to see you.”

  Lana was led to a large corner office. The layout of it was quite impressive, it was a space one could truly appreciate. She noticed the décor was quite simple but it gave the office a very sleek and modern feel. The man behind the desk stood up and walked around to greet her properly. He held out his hand and said, “Good to meet you, Lana. I'm Gerald. Please have a seat.” He walked back around to his chair and carefully surveyed her for a moment before saying, “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I have the perfect architect for your project.”

  Lana looked at him blankly. “I was under the impression you would be working on my project.”

  Gerald tilted his head and looked at her. She wondered what it was he was trying to achieve with whatever expression he was wearing on his face but decided to give up on that pretty quickly. He tapped this table twice and said, “Let me tell you something. I can work on your project directly if you want me to. But I don't think I'm the best guy for the job. I don't think I'm your guy. Not that I can't do it well or don't want to. But, you know, we all have different visions and go about doing things in
our own way. And for your particular project, I have an architect on staff who I think could really bring it to life. I just want to give you what you deserve.”

  Lana looked at him, sizing up her options. She was sure he had to know what he was talking about. Though she had been under the impression she would be contracting and working with the esteemed architect, she did not want to go based off a name. She came to the concussion that the reason she had chosen to hire him to begin with should be the same reason to trust his judgment. “It can't hurt to meet with him and see what he has to say.”

  Gerald pounded his fist once on the desk in excitement and pointed at her with a wide grin spreading across his face. “There you go! Let's set up a meeting then.”

  About fifteen minutes later, Lana walked home after having programmed the appointment with Gerald Waye and his chosen architect into her phone. The clear skies and warm weather had coaxed her into taking a nice walk home while giving her time to contemplate the new and unexpected direction of her office renovation project. She wondered if she would be asked to significantly change any of her ideas but concluded that should not be the case given this architect had been chosen for the benefit of the project. Once she crossed the threshold of her front door and set her purse on the coffee table, she dropped onto the couch to research the architect on her phone. His name was Michael Lundy and she could not deny his credentials were quite impressive. She spent the next couple hours carefully looking through his online portfolio before thinking Gerald Waye likely had a point. From what she saw, it certainly seemed Lundy would be able to do her project justice. In fact, he was exactly what she was looking for. She could only hope their personalities meshed enough to work well together.