They looked at each other then Mike nodded. “If it got that far, yes.”
“Okay then.” She turned her back and changed from the string bra and thong to her normal bra and panties. She could feel their eyes on her the whole time, but she ignored them until she had her street clothes on. “Now you boys can buy me some dinner because I’m starved. And we need to get to know each other a little better.”
They wanted to take her someplace fancy but by that time everything was closed. Instead she steered them toward her favorite burger place. Open twenty-four seven and serving the best burgers she’d ever tasted, hand cut fries and thick, thick malts, this place was her usual post-show refuge. She came to refuel on both food and normal life.
Over their meal, she got them to talk about themselves. They were partners in a tech company that was about to go public. The guys they’d been entertaining the previous night were potential investors which was why they’d hesitated to take a firmer line with the nonsense until the handkerchief got thrown.
“So did I cost you your investors?”
“No. There was a lot of embarrassment this morning. I think we’ll be fine,” Liam told her.
“Good.” She trailed a French fry in a puddle of mustard which she preferred to ketchup. “So are you partners outside work as well?”
They exchanged a look. Liam’s dimples came out when he was embarrassed. “That’s not something we talk a lot about,” Mike explained. “But sometimes there are special circumstances. Like you.”
“Yeah, what’s that about?”
“It’s about I mostly like men, but certain women rev my engine, and Liam mostly likes women but I rev him.”
“I’d say you both have excellent taste.”
“What about you? What’s your story?” Liam asked. I don’t usually think of big girls as dancers, but you’re amazingly good.”
“And very sexy,” Mike added, grabbing one of her fries and popping it into his mouth.
Yeah, Mike was going to be a lot of fun.
She gave them a run-down of her life so far, omitting the maternal disapproval since she hated oh-poor-me stories. About dancing and her size she simply said, “I’m not going to let my body type define me. But… look, I have to ask this because to be frank I run into this all the time. You guys aren’t feeders, are you?”
Liam’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“Fetishists who want to feed fat people and make them fatter. If that’s what this is about, we’re just going to call it quits right now. I like to eat but on my own terms, thank you.”
“Oh my God, really?”
“There’s something for everyone,” Mike said. “No, that’s not us. We might enjoy taking you out for a nice meal, but I’m not going to jerk off watching you eat a dozen donuts.”
Liam looked horrified. “Not even close,” he said.
“That’s reassuring. Anything I should know about before we get into this?”
“Like?”
“Like other kinks, missing bits, extra parts. I may not object but I’d like to know upfront.”
“This is becoming a little more clinical than I’d hoped,” Liam said with an unhappy frown.
“He’s the romantic,” Mike told her, and Candy felt bad suddenly as if she’d ruined the mood. She reached out and took Liam’s hand.
“I’m sorry. It’s a defense mechanism. When you’re different, you find that there are a lot of people who will come on to you for reasons which aren’t always what you’d hope. Like feeders, or guys who figure a fat girl is going to be easy because she’s desperate. I’ve become wary of things that seem too good to be true.”
He met her eyes with a steady, brown-eyed gaze. “I don’t think we’re too good to be true, but thank you. And I know you’re not desperate. Not even close. The minute I saw you I thought, “That’s a woman who knows who she is.” And that’s incredibly sexy to me.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “However fast or slow you want to go is fine with us, but I hope this is going to happen. Because I have to tell you that I’ve been imagining what I want to do with you all night.”
Something constricted inside Candy, and she felt shivery and feminine, and so turned on that she could barely think. “Where do you live?” she asked. “And how quickly can we get there?”
They took her back to what looked like their offices. “Are we going to start by copying our private parts?” she asked with a giggle.
“If you want to. But we live upstairs.”
They took the elevator up to the top floor and stepped out into a hallway with a single door on either side. “Mike,” Liam said, pointing in one direction. “And me.” He pointed to the door opposite.
“So you only sort of live together.”
“More than sort of, less than absolute,” Mike told her.
“He’s a workaholic, and his place is mostly office, so we pretty much live in my place.” Liam opened the door and stepped aside so she could enter.
The apartment was wonderful. It was warm and filled with color. It was messy in the way a happy home would always be messy, so when Liam apologized for it, she said, “No, I like it like this.”
“Liam is an amazing cook. My kitchen is just for show,” Mike said as he cleared up a stack of newspapers. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Whatever you’re having is fine. “I love this place.” She wandered around, looking at the art which was mostly original, and the books which were on every imaginable subject and included a healthy dose of fiction. The decor was an eclectic mix of international and antique with some expensive utilitarian stuff like a wonderfully comfy-looking couch group.
She was liking these guys a lot, and then it occurred to her that they could as easily be serial killers as a couple of hot guys looking for a girl to play some sex games with. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick email to Bridget telling her the address and who she was with. Just in case.
Mike brought her a glass of wine and sat down beside her. “What do you like, Candy?” he asked. “In bed, I mean.”
“I draw the line at poop and pee. The rest is negotiable. But y’know, kissing is a nice way to start.”
He grinned his lopsided grin, and moved in to kiss her neck. Liam came and sat down on the other side of her, and relieved her of her glass. “Let’s not spill anything yet,” he suggested, and kissed her ear.
They were good, they’d done this before, she realized. Either that or they were so attuned that they could stay out of each other’s way and still manage to get her undressed without any sort of awkwardness. She was thoroughly kissed, divested of her clothing and already starting to be a little damp all within a few minutes of sitting down.
“Wait… wait,” she insisted, and they both sat back. “This is nice, but it’s a little uneven. I have an idea. Put on some music. Strip for me.”
Mike was game. He jumped up and turned on the music player, tuning it to some sensual jazz. She had the feeling they listened to that quite a lot.
Liam was hesitant. “I can’t dance. Ask Mike. I couldn’t dance to save my life.”
“No lives will be lost,” Candy told him as Mike grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the couch.
“Come on, baby, let’s show the lady what we’ve got for her.”
Mike was an extrovert, a natural born show-off with a sense of what excited people. He held Liam close and ground against his pelvis as he unknotted Liam’s tie and pulled it off. Liam was trying to get away, but he was grinning, and when he realized Mike wasn’t letting go, he unbuttoned Mike’s shirt and eased it off of him. Then he slid his hands under the tee and lifted it, pressing his mouth to Mike’s chest.
They’d stopped dancing but the effect was still the same. They were getting naked, and turning Candy on like crazy. She reached between her legs and started tickling her clit as she watched them.
Mike’s hands slid under the waistband of Liam’s trousers and he clutched his lover’s ass cheeks. He laid a line of bite
s along Liam’s jaw and down his throat. Liam, his head turned towards Candy, was watching the play of her hand as Mike shucked him out of his trousers. And when the shorts went down his cock sprang out, almost fully erect. Candy loved that. She slid three fingers into her cunt and fucked herself as she watched.
Liam pulled Mike’s trousers and shorts down and Mike’s cock did the same thing, flying upward as soon as it was released to bob against Liam’s. The sight of their cocks touching, bumping against each other was unbearably arousing to Candy and she felt her orgasm gather and burst. “Oh God,” she moaned. This was going to be a long night.
“Did you come?” Mike asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good, because it’s going to make it more fun to put this bad boy in there.” He kicked his trousers aside and strode over to her, lifting her legs up so that her feet faced the ceiling, and penetrated her still throbbing cunt with one thrust. She cried out softly at the invasion, but it felt so good to have him inside her, pumping away, stretching her open. He was a big boy, and her cunt was tight. All her lovers had remarked on it.
Mike was groaning as he plunged into her. Liam knelt on the sofa and presented his cock to her and she took it in her hand and stroked it, then took the head into her mouth. This really was a good idea. She was going to get fucked six ways from Sunday after a long dry spell, and it made her very happy. She hadn’t sucked a cock in too long, and Liam’s was elegant and uncut. The glans was incredibly sensitive, and as she tongued it, she felt him leaking pre-cum.
Mike climaxed with a shout and a jet of hot cum inside her. As he pulled out, Liam was right there to take his place, barely breaking the rhythm of their fucking. So good, she thought. So fucking good. Then when Mike put his mouth on her clit and sucked, she climaxed again.
“That’s right, Candy, milk his cock with that tight little cunt of yours,” Mike whispered to her before he went back to sucking and licking at her clit. Every so often Liam would pull all the way out of her and Mike would suck him for a few seconds before guiding Liam back inside Candy.
Mike made her come again and as she did, she felt Liam’s ejaculation, and she couldn’t help but scream with pleasure. It was all too much, it was perfect.
Liam lowered her legs, and she spread her thighs, reached down and spread her cunt lips so they could see their cum oozing out of her. “Look what you boys did to me,” she crooned. She wasn’t surprised when Mike licked it up.
She lay back on the couch and sighed happily. She was enjoying these boys so much. It wasn’t her first troy, but none had begun so pleasantly or simply.
“We need to get to the bed,” Mike told her, hauling her to her feet. “Liam changed the sheets this afternoon in case you agreed to come home with us.” He kissed her, then swatted her backside to get her moving towards the bedroom. “Mmm,” he said. “I’m going to have to swat that ass more often.”
“Yes, please!”
She saw that Liam had opened the bed for them, so she climbed onto it and knelt there with her ass in the air. “You could always start now,” she suggested. Mike responded with a good hard slap to each cheek that made her giggle.
“That’s nice,” he murmured.
“You should see it from this side,” Liam told him. He was standing on the opposite side of the bed watching Candy’s breasts bounce as the slaps made her jump. “My God, they’re beautiful,” he said as he sat down in front of her and fondled them, tugging gently at her nipples to make them erect. “Do it again.”
Mike gave her ass a few more swats and Liam was the one who made happy noises. “I’m a breast man,” he admitted, and kissed Candy before he scooted under her like a mechanic under an auto. He spent a few minutes sucking and licking, and even nibbling at her big breasts while Mike administered a highly erotic spanking with surprisingly nuanced blows across her cheeks, hips, thighs, and even her pussy, delivering short, sharp slaps to mons and labia, exquisite little pains that got her moaning happily.
She could feel Mike spreading her pussy lips and then pressing his cock to her wet slit and sliding it up and down on the slickness of the mingled juices. Each time his cock rubbed against her still excited clit, she jumped a little.
Liam scooted backwards. Though she couldn’t see what was happening, she got the idea that while Mike was rubbing himself on her, Liam was giving Mike’s cock head a little tongue action on every down stroke. It killed her not to be able to see, but between her own big tits, and Liam’s body beneath her, even looking down between her arms didn’t afford much of a view.
But she could hear it, hear the wet sounds, hear Mike’s soft groans, and Liam’s satisfied ones. Honestly, if they ended up as a permanent thing, she was going to demand that they video a session because she didn’t want to miss anything.
And then she got the best idea of all. “Guys? Hello?”
“Everything okay?”
“It’s all good, but I’d really like to try something else. I want to see the two of you go at it.”
For some reason that seemed to flummox them. “Really?” Liam asked, sliding back out from underneath her. “I didn’t think most women would even like seeing that.”
“I’m not most women,” she told him. “And frankly, the idea turns me on so much, even thinking about it makes me wet.”
Liam looked up at Mike who said, “I’m game,” and walked around to Liam’s side of the bed.
Candy got comfortable, leaning against the headboard with her fingers lightly brushing her pussy. She promised herself she’d hold off for a while. She didn’t want to come too quickly.
Mike climbed on top of Liam, with a huge grin on his face. “Look what I’ve got for you,” he said, waving his semi-hard cock in Liam’s face and making Liam laugh. Candy loved it that they were light-hearted about sex. “Want me to beat you with it, huh?” he asked. “Smack you around with my huge club?”
“Don’t show off all your insecurities,” Liam told him. “If you want to be sucked, just say so.”
“I so want to be sucked.”
Liam said, “Okay, put it right in here, big boy,” and opened his mouth. Mike slid his cock in and to Candy’s surprise, Liam took it all, right up to the root, without flinching. Damn he was good for a mostly straight boy.
Mike fucked Liam’s mouth for a few minutes then said, “Candy what do you want us to do?”
“What’s your favorite thing?” she asked him.
He smiled down at Liam who was still working away with his tongue. “That might not be as much fun for you.”
“Do it anyway.”
“Okay baby?” he asked Liam
“Love it.”
Mike moved downward and pressed his cock against Liam’s, and moved his hips slowly so that the two shafts rubbed against each other. There was something so intensely erotic about the friction of cock against cock that Candy started fingering her clit as soon as they started, and came almost immediately. But she wasn’t finished by a long shot.
Liam reached down and caught hold of both cocks so that the friction between them was more intense, more direct. He was almost hard again too, and he had slipped his foreskin down so that Mike was rubbing against his bared cock head.
Candy was simply transfixed. In her varied sex life she’d done a lot of things, but watching two guys get it on was something she’d never managed to cross off her life list.
It was clear that they’d forgotten her. They were lost in each other, bodies moving in concert toward the inevitable end. They held each other fiercely, tenderly and Candy felt her heart grow a little bigger with the sight. Maybe she shouldn’t be watching this, she thought. It all seemed too private. And yet, she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to.
But her fingers ceased their frantic stimulation, and she rested her hand on her thigh, stroking her skin softly, imagining herself a part of that sweetness she was watching. Imagining the kisses and their hands firm on her flesh, and on each other.
When Mike came first, hi
s cum spreading between them, she felt a deep twinge inside her that was so far beyond simple release that an orgasm might well have been… anti-climactic in every sense of the word. Then Liam came, lifting Mike up with the frenzied arch of his body. Every muscle in him was stretched taut, right down to his sharply pointed toes.
Liam’s breath rushed out. “Ahhhhhhhh. Yeah.” He fell back against the bed and Mike fell with him, landing with an “Oof,” and a chuckle. They kissed sweetly for a few minutes, and finally Liam remembered her.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asked.
“It was perfect,” she told him. What she didn’t say was that it had made her wonder if she should be there between them at all.
After a few hours’ sleep, Candy woke just before dawn to pee. Mike was already in the shower.
“You’re up early.”
“I’m always up early. Liam meant it when he said I’m a workaholic. Want to join me? I’ll wash you off. You must have a nice, sticky cooch.”
She stepped into the shower stall and got a good morning kiss. “You don’t kiss like a gay boy.”
“That’s because I’m not. I’m bisexual. That’s not gay with a touch of straight or vice versa. It’s its own thing.”
She hadn’t thought of it that way. “Sorry.”
He shrugged and squirted some shower gel onto a scrubber. “Nothing to be sorry about. Oh wait, I’m sorry that all we have is man style shower gel and shampoo.” He lathered her slowly from shoulders down to her feet, cleaning her genital area gently but thoroughly. Then with the handheld shower he rinsed her down.
“Ever use one of these to get off?” he asked.
She’d never thought of that either, and was starting to feel kind of slow and plodding. “I never have. But then I don’t have one.”
“I had a girlfriend in college who liked her shower massage better than she liked me. Sit down and I’ll show you.”
Candy stretched out on the shower bench, leg wide. With one hand, Mike spread her pussy lips and with the other he aimed the spray jet at her clit and moved it back and forth slowly.
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