by Celia Kyle
Ashley snatched the tiny scrap of elastic and silk before she crawled to the middle of the bed. She made sure she faced the foot of the bed, and the door, before donning the mask. Mask in place, she sat back on her heels and rested her palms on her thighs, exactly as he expected her to be positioned.
She imagined how she looked at that moment. She knew without looking that her breasts drooped. That’s what came of having natural breasts, but in a world of cosmetically enhanced women, she often wondered if Trevor would like perkier breasts better. Then there was her stomach…it definitely poked out and drooped. Gross. And her thighs…don’t even get her started on her thighs. This was what he wanted, though, and this was what he’d get, chubby fears be damned.
Ashley licked her lips and prayed she wouldn’t be waiting too long. Already her body rebelled at being blinded. Every sound in the house terrified her. Her brain screamed irrationally that the dark would get her, take her, hurt her. Everywhere there were murmurs of hate and taunts dogging her. They were all in her mind, remnants of her childhood, but that didn’t really matter to the mind conjuring her memories.
She’d just begun to work up a damned good panic attack when Trevor entered and soothed her.
Smooth hands caressed her from shoulder to wrist before tweaking her left nipple, and he murmured sweet words as he stroked her skin. “Such a beautiful princess. Ready for her Sir. Isn’t that right, princess?”
She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Before the “sir” fully left her lips, another set of hands, work worn and rough, stroked her right side, caressing her in much the same way, and she reacted without thought, fighting the other man. For it was another man. Where Trevor’s hands had never seen a day of hard labor, this man’s were covered in calluses that scraped her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She pulled her arm back, snatching it from his grip. Hand flying to her blindfold, she was ready to rip it off, but Trevor’s voice stilled her.
“No.”
Ashley halted her movement and released her hold on the blindfold. She tugged it back into place before covering her breasts with her arms. She couldn’t do anything about being naked in front of a complete stranger, but this she could do.
A thousand thoughts flitted through her mind, pinging from one to the other like a pinball.
Two men…yes!
Fat thighs…no.
Two cocks…mmm…
Cellulite. Ick!
Four hands. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed that Trevor had actually listened to and tried to fulfill her fantasies or if she should kiss his feet and offer to be his love slave, their love slave, forever. When Trevor’s smooth hands skimmed her forearm, circled her wrist, and then tugged her arms from her breasts to lay her palms on her thighs once again, love slave won.
Grabbing her right wrist, he redirected her. “Here, princess, feel our guest. Feel how hard he is for you already.”
She opened her palm and relaxed into Trevor’s strength. Suddenly, her hand was full of thick, hot, long cock. It felt like fully erect silk covered steel in her palm, and she curled her fingers around the stranger’s cock. Her fingertips met around his length, barely. Emboldened by the man’s arousal, his very evident desire for her, she stroked him as Trevor had taught her. Hard. Sure. Slow and with a twist at the top. The stranger moaned aloud and thrust into the circle of her hand. Yes.
Just as quickly as Trevor gave her the gift of touching another man, he took it away. In seconds, her hand was back on her thigh, the stranger’s rough growl echoing in the room. All of the fear and unease she’d been harboring had been banished with a few words and small touches from her man…and the stranger.
“Good girl.” Trevor stroked her cheek. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Before she could even begin to wonder what her reward would be, Trevor whipped the blindfold from her eyes. Ashley blinked as her eyes adjusted to the flood of light and looked to her left, her gaze colliding with Trevor’s.
He knelt next to her on the bed, completely nude and hard. And not for the first time she thanked God for the man at her side. She didn’t think she could love him more if she tried. The love for the man to her left reminded her that there was another man…to her right.
“What did you do, Trevor?” she whispered, even though the stranger, because she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him, was in the room.
Trevor leaned close and brushed his lips across hers, sending a shiver down her spine. “Fulfilling your fantasies, baby. But you know you still have your safe word if you’re thinking this isn’t what you want… Why don’t you remind both of us what it is, princess?”
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Assets.”
Damn, but her safe word had been funnier when she’d first thought it up. Accountants were weird like that, she supposed.
“Assets. So, Ashley, are we going to start talking about houses?” His voice was low, soothing. And it reminded her exactly why she trusted this man so much. He’d never, in the months they’d been together, done anything she hadn’t agreed to. True, he pushed, and bent the rules, but he’d never broken them.
“No, sir. No houses right now.”
“Good. Now, why don’t you greet our guest? You haven’t even given him a proper hello,” Trevor murmured against her lips before pressing a sweet kiss against them. During their whispered discussion, he’d wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him. Now he smacked her ass with his open palm. She jumped and then leaned against him as the sting swam through her veins.
With the tiny bit of pain gone, she turned toward the stranger and froze. Richard.
“Hey, beautiful.”
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t function. Any second now she’d keel over and just die. Richard, Trevor’s best friend and walking god, was two feet from her and naked as a jaybird. And hard. She couldn’t forget hard. She’d felt his impressive erection, and now she was getting an eyeful.
Trevor’s hands on her hips had her turning toward their guest. He pulled her back against his front, and she felt his cock settle between the cheeks of her ass. One of his hands squeezed and kneaded her breast while the other slipped between her legs. She couldn’t have cared less.
Ashley loved Trevor, she truly did… But that didn’t mean she was blind or dead from the waist down. The man standing before her was a blond god. Richard was six feet of muscle and testosterone. Sun-kissed skin covered well-honed muscles from head to toe, and now that she got a good look at him, she realized there weren’t any tan lines. Oh. My. God.
Trevor slid his fingers between her pussy lips and pinched her clit. A sharp bite of pleasure and pain shot through her. “Our guest said something to you, baby.”
What? Someone said what? He pinched her clit again, and her back arched as she leaned against him, a cry erupting from her throat. Trevor eased the pressure, and her attention refocused on Richard, on his smirk, and finally on his hand stroking his cock.
“Hi, Richard.” Ashley kept her eyes glued to his dick while he rubbed himself. Base to tip and back again, his hand traveled under her gaze. She licked her lips, wondering what he’d taste like. Before Trevor, she’d never been that interested in sucking a man, but her man had shown her how, and with knowledge and confidence came the love of bringing a man to his knees, from her knees.
Trevor’s finger circled her clit now, in time with Richard’s strokes. Nice and easy, slow and steady. Not enough to get her off, but just enough to keep her motor purring with life.
“Why don’t you get acquainted with that cock? Show him what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours.” His fingers never left her pussy, but the grasp at her breast shifted to her back, forcing her to her hands and knees.
Yeah, this is what she wanted. Not long ago she’d confessed to wanting to be made love to by two men. Not double penetration, per se, but she wanted to at least ha
ve her mouth and pussy filled at the same time. Looked like she was getting her wish.
Richard knelt on the bed as she dropped to her hands, putting the head of his dick right at eye, and lip, level. He held his cock by the base as if presenting it to her, and instinctively she opened her mouth before a hint of reality encroached. Trevor still knelt near her ass. He’d pushed her knees wide to make room for himself between them. Ashley pushed back toward him and away from Richard with a whimper of distress. “Trevor?”
“What’s wrong, princess? This can stop at any time if you’re nervous.”
She glanced at Richard and caught his nod as he settled onto his heels. “What about a condom?” She really shouldn’t be the one asking this question.
Trevor leaned over her, blanketing her back with his front, and he kissed her neck. “Baby, I made sure Richard got tested before we planned this, and he’s not getting anywhere near this pussy of mine. He’s just happy to get a blowjob from the best cocksucker in Georgia, and that’s all that’s happening today.” He nibbled her neck. “Okay?”
She blushed and nodded. Yeah, okay. Again she’d proven that she should trust Trevor in the bedroom. He hadn’t steered her wrong yet, and it looked like he cared for her as much as she cared for him.
“Good.” He lifted his weight and repositioned himself behind her, kneading her ass with his hands. “Now, I know you’re dying for a taste and Rich looks like he’s ready to blow, Ash.”
She turned her attention back to Richard and found him stroking his cock again, squeezing the purpling head when he neared the tip before shifting his hand back down his length. Trevor was right—Richard was ready to blow. And she couldn’t wait.
“You ready for this, Ashley?” Rich’s deep, whiskey-laced timbre washed over her and she couldn’t help the shiver that snaked along her spine.
“Oh, she’s ready.” Trevor slipped his fingers along her slit and she moaned as he circled her opening. “She’s more than ready.”
She was. Her pussy throbbed and her mouth watered at the thought of getting filled from both ends. They’d talked about this, about her being with two men, and she’d assured Trevor that double penetration in her ass and pussy didn’t do a thing for her. But having her pussy and mouth stuffed full? That was hot.
Ashley leaned forward and circled her tongue around the head of Richard’s cock, licking the tiny droplet of pre-cum that adorned the tip. The salty taste burst on her taste buds and she couldn’t wait for more. She craved a man’s taste almost as much as she craved chocolate, and that was saying something, considering her love of sweets.
Richard buried his fingers in her hair and held her steady while he fed her more of his dick, and she moaned around him, loving the heavy weight of his cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked him while he smoothly fucked her face. In and out he stroked while she concentrated on keeping her teeth covered and sucking the life out of him through his cock.
Just as she began wondering what Trevor was doing behind her, the head of his cock teased the opening of her pussy, sliding in the tiniest bit before slipping out again. Fuck, he was being a damned tease.
Tiny bit in, tiny bit out, tiny bit in, and if he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d shake him all about… That’s how she did her ass kickin’ hokey pokey. Aggravated with his teasing, she pulled her mouth from Richard, which he objected to, of course.
Richard’s “hey” mingled with Trevor’s “Ashley” and her own “Fuck me before I castrate you.”
Trevor didn’t say a word. Instead he thrust his entire length into her in one stroke, filling her with his cock and nearly shoving her mouth back onto Richard.
Richard didn’t seem to mind. He just chuckled and gave Trevor a warning before she managed to suck him down again. “You’ve got a feisty one on your hands, Trev. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tied your ass down some day.”
Ashley liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot. She pushed the idea to the back of her mind because Trevor’s talented fingers suddenly found her clit, and he issued her a warning. “You be a good girl while I fuck this sweet pussy, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
He’d never left her hanging before, but she didn’t want to test him now. Not since she had a cock for her mouth and her pussy. His pussy as he liked to call it.
Ashley returned to sucking Richard in earnest then, licking and nibbling the man’s dick like it was the last one on earth or as if she were in the blowjob tournament Trevor always joked about putting her in. She really didn’t think they existed, but it always gave her a thrill to be threatened that way.
She allowed Trevor to set the pace, shifting her forward and back as he pleased while he slid in and out of her pussy. The ridges of his cock stroked and teased her inner walls, and unbidden, her pussy pulsed and spasmed around him with every other thrust as her orgasm approached. From the moment she walked in the door, she’d been primed and ready to go. Now, with a dick in her mouth and Richard’s salty essence dancing along her taste buds, she was even more aroused.
She moaned when Trevor tweaked her clit and groaned when he circled the tiny nubbin with his fingertips. Around and around he circled while his cock slid in and out of her cunt. Richard moved in counterpoint, going in when Trevor went out, out when he went in. At no time was she empty or wanting for dick. Not. One. Second.
Some women would feel used by such a configuration of bodies, yet Ashley felt loved, cherished. The men with her cared about her. Not just whether she lived or died, but truly cared for her. Before now, Richard had been an object of her hidden lust, but also a friend, and it went without saying that she loved Trevor with all her heart. Giving and taking pleasure from these two men was her ultimate fantasy, and now it was being fulfilled.
Ashley increased her suction on Richard’s cock, intent on pouring her soul into this sharing of bodies. “Fuck, yeah, suck that cock, Ash. Fucking beautiful.”
Crude, but sweet nonetheless.
She had no control over her pussy anymore. Trevor played her cunt like it was a well-tuned piano and he was Mozart. The man knew just where to pinch, stroke, and touch to send her off. And he did.
In and out, slow and fast, the two men shifted her between them. Back and forth she rocked while they made love to her with encouraging words and groans until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her pussy clenched and released with an ever increasing rhythm around Trevor’s cock while her breath came in billowing puffs through her nose. Eyes closed, she chased her orgasm. Her whole body shook as a rising tide of pleasure coursed through her veins with each passing second.
“She’s coming,” Trevor grunted. “I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck yeah, coming down your throat, Ash.” Richard knotted his fingers in her hair and held her steady. She opened her throat and allowed the euphoria of her orgasm to take her, to sweep her away in the waves of pleasure as the men came with her.
Hot jets of semen slipped over her tongue and down her throat as Richard came in her mouth. The salty-sweet taste of his seed only worked to intensify her pleasure. The spasms still stole through her body from head to toe while Trevor pumped in and out of her, jerking as his own orgasm broke free and he screamed her name.
The three of them, satisfied and for damn sure glowing, curled together in the middle of her queen-sized bed, exhausted.
* * *
Of course, she awoke the next morning, alone, to a stupid “Dear Ashley” letter that outlined with bullet points exactly why she and Trevor couldn’t continue their relationship. Ha!
At first, she’d been devastated. She did go to work the next day…and the next. But her heart wasn’t in it any longer. A few weeks passed, Trevor was promoted, and still she felt empty inside. Finally, like the true stalker girlfriend she felt like she’d become, she’d called Richard.
Over coffee and copious amounts of chocolate, Richard gave her enough insight into Trevor’s behavior to formulate a plan…the plan. Only, unlike her favorite cartoon mice, Pinky and The Brain, she wa
s not going for world domination. Nope, she was settling for dominating one man. Trevor.
The man of the hour—okay, hours—swung his Mercedes into her driveway and cut the engine. She reached for the handle, but before she could open the door, Trevor twined his fingers with those on her left hand. “I really do love you, Ashley. And I’m sorry—”
She pressed the fingers of her right hand over his mouth. “You can apologize by going inside with me and letting me finish this.” His eyes flicked to the house and then back to her before he nodded. “Good.” She removed her fingers and replaced them with her lips. Just a quick, reassuring kiss that she hoped he remembered five minutes from now.
Chapter Three
New Track
Trevor wiped his palms on his slacks as he followed Ashley into her home. It’d been two months since he’d seen the inside of her place. Two months since he’d left that idiot letter on her pillow before running away like a pansy-assed kid instead of facing her like a man. If he had, this probably all could have been avoided, and they’d be practically married by now. The sheer fact that she’d gone through so much to get him back into her life proved to him that she was up to whatever would have happened had their relationship become known. He was such a dumb ass.
In her living room, Ashley slipped his jacket from her shoulders and laid it across the couch. The sight of her pale, plump ass had his dick getting hard. With every step she took in those gravity defying heels, her butt jiggled and shook. She used to complain about being “fat,” but to him, she was perfect. Curve on top of curve, and he couldn’t get enough of her. After two months of being apart, that one release wasn’t nearly enough to get his dick under control. He needed her. Again.
In two steps his front was pressed to her back as she strode down the hallway. What should have been a tangle of limbs…wasn’t. Ashley strode toward her bedroom, where the door was slightly ajar, with purpose and proved to him that his interference wouldn’t deter her.