by Marina Blue
I sat there, unable to move, panting heavily, as the aftershock of the most intense orgasm I ever had rolled through me.
It took a while, but I finally got the strength to say, “Holy… Holy shit. That was great.”
Liam looked down at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “For us, too.”
Mark flexed. The tattoos on his arms and shoulders undulated. “But it’s about to get better. Round two.”
“Yeah, right. No guy’s ready that… fast.” I looked up from the floor and saw I was wrong.
Both men were rock hard again. Their dicks were upright, like a clock’s hands at noon.
I said, “How?”
“It’s you, Ms. Breitling.” Mark grabbed the back of my head. “You’re inspiring.”
I looked up at him. His dark eyes were on fire. For a second I was actually afraid. But then I looked at his cock. Up close it was even more beautiful. Smooth and big. Hot and hard. And before I knew it, without meaning to, I opened my mouth.
Mark pulled me forward, and guided his rigid cock into my mouth. I closed my soft lips over his head, and ran my tongue around it. He was hot. Salty. And thick. And he took all the available space between my lips. I looked up at him. His eyes were aflame. And his smile was sharp. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair with his powerful hands, and slid himself deeper into my mouth.
I relaxed, and enjoyed the feel of his smooth shaft as it glided over my tongue.
When he was halfway in, he paused, and pulled back. As he went, I flicked my tongue back and forth, tasting every inch of him.
Mark moaned. “Damn. Her mouth’s better than her hand.” He tightened his grip on my hair, and pushed forward again. His warm cock slid nearly all the way in. And even though he was huge, I almost had my lips on his flat, firm abs. He was that deep. My eyes began to water. But I pushed down the gag reflex, and sucked on him as much as I could, and stared up at his taught body as I did. My mouth began to water, and the extra saliva coated his cock, making it easier for him to slide out. And back in. Over and over and over again.
I reached up. And wrapped both arms around his waist. Every time Mark would pull away, I’d yank him back, hungrily sucking his thick cock. And with each thrust, I focused on its feel on my tongue. Every inch was smooth. I loved his taste, and I began to swivel my head.
Liam moved up beside his friend. “My turn.”
I looked up. Both men stared down at me, amazed. I continued to suck Mark as I reached over and grabbed Liam’s cock.
But instead of letting me stroke him again, Liam took a handful of my hair, and pulled me completely off of Mark. A thin line of spit clung to his dick from my lips. I immediately missed having a man in my mouth.
But Liam had what I needed, and I happily swallowed him.
Liam was almost as thick, but twice as hot and hard. And I swallowed every inch he had, while I grabbed Mark and stroked him.
I started to breathe heavily through my nose. And I was shaking, just a little. It was the adrenaline. I couldn’t believe it. I never thought this would happen. My grandfather was a senator, and I was the daughter of the most successful real estate mogul in the world. And here I was, on my knees, having my faced fucked by two of the sexiest men I’d ever seen.
And I was loving it!
I was so excited. I couldn’t think of anything but the two hard cocks I controlled. My mind was running as wild as my hands and mouth were.
But before I could settle into a steady pace, Mark pulled me off his friend. He said, “My turn,” and shoved himself back inside my eager mouth. He fucked my face. Once, twice, three times… Then Liam took his turn. Three pumps later, I had my lips wrapped around Mark again.
And then I sucked Liam.
Then Mark.
Then Liam.
Then Mark.
And then Liam again.
I was crazy turned on taking each one in turn. Because I hadn’t taken my eyes off the men in front of me. They had ripped six pack abs, and their skin was flawless and smooth. They were so muscular. And blowing them both was amazing.
But I wanted more…
My pussy was aching for a second go…
And I had an idea…
I pulled off Mark and said, “Hey, I need some attention, too.”
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Head. You need to give me head.”
Mark looked at my ass. Then he gazed at me. With a smile he said, “Ok.”
“Right answer.” I got down on all fours, and my heart started to hammer. This was going to be amazing! But I said, “Wait, I need something to drink first.”
Liam stood in front of me and said, “On it.” Then he reached over, and grabbed the bottle of champagne I’d brought. He pointed his cock at my mouth. Then poured a stream of bubbly over it. The last glass of sweet wine it contained ran down his cock, and into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. But it wasn’t fast enough. What I didn’t catch dribbled down my chin, and onto my breasts.
“Holy shit, this one’s a fucking pro,” Liam said.
I smiled, opened my mouth, and swallowed him again. His cock was still smooth and hot, but now the champagne’s effervescent bubbles were popping all over it. I’d never had anything like it!
And as I sucked to my heart’s content, Mark circled around me, pulled up my dress, and slipped my panties down to my knees. I spread my legs apart to give him some room.
“Goddamn, her ass is amazing, too.” He gave it a slap. Then he leaned down, and ran his wet tongue over my clit.
Electric pulses ran up my spine. I closed my eyes and moaned around Liam’s cock.
Behind me, Mark grabbed my hips tight as he continued to slip his tongue over my clit. First to the right. Then to the left. Back and forth, his wet tongue licked me. I began to shudder. It felt surprisingly smooth.
But then he pushed it inside me.
And I nearly exploded! It was so huge! And hard. And… what the fuck? I spat out Liam and spun around.
Mark was there, upright, between my legs. And he had both hands on my hips. His arms, all ripped and inked, were flexed. And his tight, segmented stomach was inches away from my round ass.
Which meant that thing buried inside my tight pussy was all cock.
I said, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Mark stared down at me. “Giving you my head.”
“I meant oral.”
“Oh well.” He paused for a moment. Raised an eyebrow. And fired forward, burying every inch of his big cock in my pussy. All. The way. In. Then he pulled back, and pounded me again. Over and over, he used his delicious dick like a hammer, fucking me without permission.
I arched my back. And stared up at Liam with wide eyes. “Oh my God. He’s fucking me… He’s fucking me… He’s fucking me…”
“Do you want him to stop?” Liam said.
With every one of Mark’s thrusts I said, “Fuck no… Fuck… No… Fuck… No…”
“Damn,” Mark said, “this pussy is tight.” And he thrust inside me again.
It felt amazing, having him in me. I looked over my shoulder and said, “Holy shit… Don’t stop… Doing that.”
“I… Won’t…” he grunted. “But you still… Have some work… Up front.” Mark grabbed my hair, turned my head back around, and pushed me towards Liam’s still rock hard cock.
I opened my mouth. And swallowed it willingly.
While still holding a handful of hair, Mark plowed into me. Hard. It drove me forward. And the soft smell of soap filled my nose as Liam’s entire dick slid down my throat. It was like swallowing a sword. I could feel him in my chest. I almost gagged.
But my head was spinning.
My heart was pounding.
And I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.
Keeping my knees wide, I slipped my feet over the back of Mark's calves, locking him to me. Then I ground against his hips. And while I fucked the cock behind me, I sucked the one in front.
But despite the fact
they had me completely at their mercy, this was my decision. My choice. I was in control.
But not really. Because like lions, they claimed my body for their own, and did as they pleased.
Both men got into a rhythm. They thrust at the same time. Mark held my hips tight, and pounded me.
And Liam met that power with this own, shoving himself past my lips, and over my tongue.
Then both men would pull back. The friction in my pussy was driving me to a second, more powerful orgasm that was being amplified by the feel of the man in my mouth. And as both cocks were almost completely out of me, the men would fire forward, and plunge back in. Again. And again. And again.
It went on like this.
For a long time.
I was taking it all. Fucked from behind and fucked from the front. Fucked from behind and fucked from the front.
Their four hands ran over my body. My ass. My tits. By back. My thighs. My face and chin. Someone pulled my hair. Squeezed my ass. Mark reached around, and rubbed my clit. Liam grabbed my shoulders, and held on tight. After a while, I couldn’t tell who was grabbing what. It was beyond description.
I loved it. The way they felt. The way they smelled. The way they tasted. And the way they sounded.
“Shit,” Mark grunted.
“I’m going to cum so hard,” Liam said.
“Look at her suck.”
“Goddamn, never had a girl like this.”
“Unbelievable…”
Meanwhile, my second orgasm was still building. My pussy was lighting up like a switchboard. Warm waves lapped my lower body. The pleasure was intense. My legs throbbed. I was moaning, no screaming. Like a whore. But Liam’s dick was a thick, hard gag in my mouth. Barely any sound escaped.
Then, the men started to build up steam. They moved faster and faster, crushing me between their hard bodies. I was wide eyed. I couldn’t stop staring at the firm six-pack abs attached to the man whose cock I sucked. And I was drooling. Saliva ran down my chin. My pussy was swollen, and the friction between it and Mark's dick was intense. Meanwhile, I was eager to taste Liam.
And they kept pounding me.
And touching me.
And pounding me.
And squeezing.
And pounding.
Until finally, Liam cried, “Holy shit, I’m going to blow.”
Mark said, “Me too!”
Liam took two fistfuls of my hair like it was a bridle, and pushed himself in one last time as Mark grabbed my ass and gave me one final thrust, driving his cock deeper inside of me than it had ever been.
The man in my mouth froze, his spine went stiff, and he sent a stream of hot, sweet cum into my mouth. One spurt. Then another. And then another! It just kept coming. And although he didn’t move, I kept working my head up and down, running my tongue over his tip and down his shaft, drinking in everything he had.
Then, from behind, Mark exploded. The first wave felt like it flowed into my chest, filling me up completely. But then, like Liam, he didn’t stop. He just kept cumming and cumming, and the warm wetness ran down both my thighs.
And that’s all I needed.
My own orgasm finally peaked. With two cocks buried in me, I bucked on all fours hard enough to snap my spine. My arms shook. My whole body twitched. And I kicked the floor with my feet like a little girl having a tantrum. First the warmth filled my body. Then a cool shock. And then more warmth. All I could do was rotate my hips, and rub my pussy against Mark as I sucked and swallowed every bit of Liam.
It was like melting into a warm bath. I couldn’t tell where my body ended, and theirs began…
And finally, after the room stopped spinning, and both men were dry, I went limp. My head dropped to the floor. But my hips stayed up. And I stayed there for a second, with my face on the carpet, and ass in the air.
Meanwhile the pair of hard bodied warriors melted and flopped to the ground. Both were breathing hard.
“Man, that was awesome,” Liam said. “I’ve never had a woman like this.”
“Best sex ever,” Mark added.
Around us, the house was quiet. All I could hear was my own breathing.
“How many more do you have in you, Ms. Breitling?” Liam said.
I glanced over. His cock was actually semi-hard. I didn’t need to see Mark's.
I knew they were going to want another round. And so did I! But as that thought tangoed across my mind, I came back to my senses. What I was doing was risky. Not too risky, but any more might be dangerous to my future. Especially if some nosy maid walked in. Or worse…
Dad!
I hopped to my feet. The sudden change of altitude had me dizzy, but I focused, and pulled up my dress. “That was incredible, but it’s time for you to go.”
Both men were sitting on the carpet, completely naked. Their muscled bodies still looked perfect, like they’d been sculpted by Greeks. And I loved the blond/black contrast between their hair.
“Ok,” Liam said. “We understand.”
“We can show ourselves out,” Mark added.
I said, “Excellent. And seriously, you did one hell of a job tonight. I really needed that.” I walked over to the door. It was still open an inch. I pulled it the rest of the way and stepped out.
“It was our pleasure,” Liam said.
“If you ever want to do this again-”
I said over my shoulder. “Just get home safe.” And with that, I ran out and made my way quickly up the steps to the second floor. I tiptoed past my father’s room, and his door was shut tight, and the lights were off. Thank God for that. I then made my way into my room, locked the door and leaned against it. I couldn’t believe that just happened!
I, Talia Breitling, was just fucked from both ends by two of the hottest guys I’d ever seen!
And more importantly, it was the perfect crime…
Sure, those guys would tell everybody, but no one would believe them. The story would be too fantastic. Double teaming the daughter of the famous, rich, and powerful Derrick Breitling! In his very own home office? Where Senator William Breitling drafted laws? Maybe some people would believe it, but who cares? Not me! First off, nobody would have the guts to confront me with it, to my face, so I’d never hear about it. Secondly, I’d never see those guys again. And thirdly, there was no proof.
I slipped out of my dress, and climbed into bed with the smell of two men’s sex all over my flesh, and their undeniable warmth still burning inside of me. Then I reached over and turned off my light.
And maybe it was the darkness, or the stillness of the night, but just for a moment, just a split second, I felt a little nervous. What if it did get around? What if someone told my dad, and he believed it? What if this would cost me my promotion? What if this was the biggest mistake of my life?
These were frightening thoughts, one and all…
But almost as fast as I had them, I pushed them aside. Nobody would believe the story. Nobody who mattered, at least. And besides there was no proof.
And even though it was incredible, I’d never do anything like that again. So me, my reputation, and my promotion, were all secure.
But as I drifted off to sleep there was something I didn’t realize. Something I couldn’t realize.
I was wrong on both counts.
There was proof.
And I was going to do that again. And again. And again…
Chapter 3
It was three days later, on Monday morning, and I was with Hiromi in the basement of our office building. We were both in black suits with our hair pulled up, and we were following Sue down the hall towards the new head of security’s office for a meeting.
“What’s going on?” Hiromi said as we walked. “You seem different.”
“What’s going on with what?” I looked at my plain, black suit. “How do you mean?”
“What I mean is, you’re glowing,” she said. “Like you’ve just gotten laid.”
Sue stopped and turned around. Our head of HR was in a su
it as well, but her hair was messy and she looked rougher than usual. “What say you?”
I looked at her funny. “I’m sorry, Sue… What was that?”
She smiled. “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling myself this morning. I wanted to know what you just said.”
“Nothing,” I said. “It wasn’t important. Would you mind going on ahead. Hiromi and I need to discuss something. We’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course. I’ll be waiting in the head of security’s office. His name’s Jamie Johnson. But remember to…” She paused for a few, awkward moments. “Right. Leave your cellphones outside.”
“Why?” I said.
“I don’t know,” Sue said. “Mr. Johnson just told me that.”
“Got it,” I said.
“Thanks,” Hiromi added.
Sue resumed her walk down the hall. About halfway down, she stumbled to the side, but regained her composure, before entering the door at the far end.
I said, “What’s that about?”
“I think she’s drunk,” Hiromi said. “It would explain the smell of rum.”
“Drunk? On a Monday morning? Yeesh. I’m going to have a talk with her.”
“Yeah, great,” Hiromi said. “Now about this new look on you…”
I leaned in. “Listen. Something happened, and I can tell you, but you have to promise-”
Hiromi’s eyes got bigger. “What? Tell me what?”
“Ok. But… wait.”
Just then, a security agent came walking by. He was tall, and had curly, blond hair. He wore a short-sleeved black shirt, with massive arms filled with tattoos. The nametag on his chest read: Abel. He smiled at Hiromi the way wolves grin at caribou. “Miss.”
Hiromi gave him a naughty look. “Hi. Hey…”
Abel kept walking, and Hiromi stared at his ass. “Man, that guys looks like a lot of fun.”
I watched him go and said, “You going to take him out for a spin?”
“Fuck no, I never dip my pen in company ink. But I will keep trading glances with him for as long as he’s here.”
I nodded. “That’s pretty impressive. I wish I was so disciplined.”
“What do you mean?”