10 Commandments

by Dark Angel

  Marcus’s mouth keeps working trying to make me soaking wet. I'm keeping the orgasmic wave that I feel crashing and roaring through my body is almost becoming too much to keep at bay. But I try even though I can feel the slickness starting to run and cover his fingers making it so much easier for them to glide in and out of my pussy. Marcus takes full advantage of it twisting and turning his fingers deeper as they swirl on, caressing my walls with his magic fingers.

  Jason captures me in a seemingly never ending kiss while his hands caress my body. The passion in his kiss and the heat of his touch creates a fever in my body that makes me ache with need. I reach out and slide my hands down his body, making my way to his balls. Heavy and full of cum, I just start stroking them with my fingers and it makes me feel warm all over because I know it feels good for him, and I want what they have. I start to massage them deeply; Jason tries to moan but it gets trapped in between our mouths. Breaking our kiss, I shift so that I can pull Jason’s cock to my mouth. I run my tongue across the head of that massive shaft. I go to work sliding my tongue up and down the full length of his shaft taking every glorious inch into my mouth.

  Marcus keeps his fingers in place in my pussy as his slides his tongue in right along beside them. His tongue enters into a lustful dance around his fingers. I can't hold back anymore; my mouth tightens around Jason's shaft as I feel my pussy shiver and squirt my cum all over Marcus. I’m squeezing my muscles, screaming, and just generally feeling like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. All the while he keeps pumping his tongue and fingers even deeper into me.

  As I massage Jason’s balls, I slide my tongue up and each side of his shaft making sure to get every inch of his shaft good and moist from my it mouth. It feels amazing to have his cock in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around that massive head making sure to take the tip of my tongue and stick it in the middle of his head. And make it wiggle nice and slow. Teasing him to the edge of his erotic cliff that I want him to dive off of until the pleasure is so damn close to unbearable that is too good to forget.

  As I bob up and down on Jason’s cock, I can feel his the head of his cock getting slick in my throat. He takes a fistful of my hair into a makeshift ponytail and, for him, handlebar, and yanks to make widen my mouth, parting my lips even wider as he pushes his cock deeper into my throat. The deep groans that escape his lips tell me that he is close to letting his load explode and coat my throat. I tighten my mouth around that shaft making sure to hold it there as Jason starts to thrust his hips into me. I love how it feels for him to fuck my face, and basically use me as the target and the tool for him shoot hot jets of cum down my throat. I taste the salty pre-cum and know the big load is coming.

  His grip on my hair gets tighter as I feel the head of his cock start to jerk and practically vibrate with the impending explosion. It makes my mouth water as I wait not entirely patiently, fervently running my tongue across the length of his cock, knowing that any second it will explode. Before I can finish the thought, the first wave of the explosion rocks into my mouth. The force of his load hitting my mouth pushes the head of his cock almost out of my mouth, and I’m damn near flabbergasted by the raw power in that. I take hold of his cock, and while I swallow what’s already landed on my tongue, I direct the rest and use his load to mark my breasts and my nipples.

  The feeling of his cum dripping across my nipples makes me tingly all over. The wave of heat that's pushing through to the surface. I let go of Jason’s shaft, letting it fall to the side as I run my fingers across the curve of my breasts touching my nipples rolling them in between my fingertips. They are so sticky and hard to the touch of my fingers.

  Marcus slides his way up the full length of my body, making his way to my mouth where we embrace our mouths into a lustful tango and now with the taste of Jason’s cum still fresh on my tongue, Marcus adds my own juices, sharing the sweet nectar that he is holding onto savoring every drop as we push it back and forth between our lips.

  Jason makes his way down to the edge of the table and he pulls my feet to him. As he stands beside the table, I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh. Reaching down, I take hold of Jason’s shaft, covering his hands with mine and guiding it to my exposed pussy lips using the head to tease myself by thwacking it against my pussy. We’re talking comic book sound effect spankings on my oversensitive pussy lips here, and it makes me quiver with need. I can’t take it much longer and I begin to push him, inch by glorious, inch deep inside me.

  I arch my back hard, pressing the softness of my breasts against his hard chest, and it makes me whimper for a moment just to feel the heat and the contrast between us. As Jason starts to work his cock deep inside me, with every thrust it feels like I am going to lose my mind...and every moment he’s fucking me, that seems more and more okay.

  Marcus pulls me into him, and as we stay locked in our intense embrace, his hands run up and down my back, caressing my skin. Jason starts to wiggle his hips and push against me, causing me to shiver from his touch. I can tell the slick, frictionless fuck my pussy is providing right now is getting him all worked up by the way he keeps thrusting all while his fingers work circles on my clit with a practically inhuman speed. Neither of us seems to be able to breath, just fuck like our lives depend on it.

  It's almost like he’s short circuiting my legs with his fingers on my clit. I try to tighten my muscles around his cock, as if it will give me some relief, and I find myself free-falling through sheer bliss. I feel his cock swelling inside me, pumping into me harder and fucking me even deeper. My orgasm is so forceful that my inner walls are pushing his cock out, but Jason slams back into me.

  Marcus’s lips are back on my mouth, then to my neck, and his hands everywhere ignite my skin with a constant heat that I fight against, but it pulls me under. I'm driven totally wild with lust.

  When Jason turns me around, I love the feeling of being manhandled. He grabs my arms and pulls me back so that cock is lined up with my ass, and Marcus brings his cock to my pussy. They both slam into me at once, the intense fullness immediately making my head spin. I can’t possibly keep up, the moment they start rocking into me. They aren’t alternating filling me, they’re both doing it at once, and the sensation of two huge cocks sliding almost completely out of your ass and pussy, then slamming back in?

  Well, let’s just say I think synchronized swimming needs a sister Olympic event, because this is some award-winning, incredible sensation overtaking me. I can’t breathe, I can’t move of my own volition, and I can’t. Stop. Squirting.

  A geyser of pussy juice explodes from me, erupting at full speed and soaking us. It just ends up sliding down my thighs, onto their cocks, and lubing me up as they keep stretching me so fully.

  I realize that my hands are death-gripping Marcus, and when I try to move them, I feel like I don’t have control over my hands. I rest my head on his shoulder, a long moan humming against his skin because, well, I’m fucking coming really hard, babes.

  Jason’s hands slide up and down the sides of my breasts, down my stomach, and to my hips, and grip me fiercely. His mouth is on my neck and I’m quivering at the impact of his breath on my skin. "Fuck, your ass looks so perfect stuffed full of my cock," he says, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

  The desired effect, me shivering, makes the sensations already strong enough to overpower me even more incredible, and I could almost pass out.

  This is when their cocks both start spurting hot jets of cum deep in my holes, which makes my muscles clench around them both. I am really quaking between them as they slam into me with such force that I wonder if I’ll even be able to walk this week.

  When their orgasms slow down, my inner walls start to breathe again, though my clit is fluttering through the aftershocks. Jason and Marcus both slowly pull their cocks from me, and cuddle various parts of my body between them. They aren’t really avoiding each other, but they aren’t trying to touch each other. There’s plenty of me to go around and no question that they are here for me.


  I get this strange feeling, where I think about Xavier again. About how I wish he was here, too, and I could wrap my lips around his cock.

  Seriously, did someone give my libido Miracle Grow? I can’t stop lusting after these lawyers of mine. And yes, like they are mine to me ... now I’m rambling. That’s how good the sex was. I lazily stroke my fingers up and down their bodies, and we don’t say anything for a long time. There’s nothing to say, and there was no rush to stop our little celebration. No one is in the office and we weren’t exactly running out tonight to follow up on our new lead.

  "Goddamn," Jason says finally.

  "Yeah," Marcus says. He puts out his fist over my body, still touching my back.

  Jason bumps it back, and I totally giggle at them. Aren’t you? Like, they aren’t frat boys. They are grown professionals who work for the best law firm in the country.

  Still, it warms my heart to see just more evidence that they don’t mind sharing me...and they might even be friends.

  "That was fucking wild. I don’t think most people do this whole celebrating thing right," I say, the mirth I gleaned from their little male bonding moment giving me a second wind. "And, come to think of it, I think the instant I made partner, I quit wearing bras to work and started getting fucked there a lot more. I wonder how long until I hear from HR," I say. There’s a little gulp that follows that.

  I know that there aren’t strict rules in place. But I never fucked Jason when he was my boss, and no we’re both partners...but he’s a senior partner, after his father died they gave him that gig. Well, shit, though. I fucked a senior partner right after making partner. I fucked a new hire that I pushed for getting hired. Have I been acting stupid as fuck? I don’t get to finish my worried thoughts because both of my men are looking at me and the looks on their faces made me perk up and pay attention.

  "Your heart is racing, Jacqueline," Marcus says. "And not just because we’re here. What’s bothering you?"

  Jason sighs. "If you’re worried about the repercussions of our after-hours activities, you work for the wrong firm. Our rules forbid none of it, and Linda in HR seems to only date her interns. So take from that what you will," Jason starts cracking up.

  So do Marcus and I. Those are good points. It is like something in me actually cracked when I made partner, and I just started doing all the things I wanted to do. I took on the toughest case, I fucked every guy I wanted to, and I just generally started trying to be a better Jacqueline than I was the day before.

  "I guess we’re greenlit on our inappropriate behavior. Should probably clean the cum off the conference table, though," I say, moving to sit up.

  Marcus and Jason both reach to hold me, and, realizing they were both making the same move, they each held one of my hands instead. It was so strange to see two arguers by nature and profession just refuse to participate in any pecking order and to just share me.

  Fuck, my life is basically perfect.

  Both of their hands start trailing up my arm, then each capture a breast, and I’m starting to wonder if we’re going to clean up the conference table, or if they think we’re about to make it messy again.

  "Boys, I need a hot shower and a long sleep," I say, pulling myself from the table. They share a look and like don’t you want to laugh at the absurdity of it all?

  Two total alpha males, and they’d rather bond than fight each other.

  That’s good, because even if I wasn’t a damn good lawyer, I wouldn’t be to make a case for one or other.

  Jacqueline

  I shut the door of my office to give Marcus and I some privacy as we go over the Cain case. It’s incredible that a surveillance tape exists and that we have such a big possible lead. I hope Marcus has more ideas on how we can win this thing. He looks so good in his black suit, though his jacket is thrown over a chair in the corner as he has made himself right at home. I love having him here. He's smart, and funny, and charming, and being with him makes work go by a lot faster. And, as always, I hope Marcus has something more in store for me later. I could cum just thinking about it.

  As I look up from my desk, I can see him checking me out. He doesn’t even try to hide it. I wonder what it would be like if I blew him, right here in my office. The door is shut. No one would be the wiser. "It’s tempting," I think as I bite on my pencil. He would be so freaking happy. And it would be so hot for me. But no . . . I shake my head to get it out of the clouds. Marcus always does this to me. He gets me fantasizing about the best, most naughty things. I think I might genuinely be falling for him, and that hits me hard in the stomach. It gives me a sense of butterflies and nausea all at the same time. My feelings for him are deep, deeper perhaps than I'm wanting or expecting to go. To think of him and I actually making it as an item makes me excited too though. I mean, we would be a great couple. We look perfect together, and we get along behind the scenes. We’ve become friends, but also something more than that. And I hope he feels it too.

  He catches me staring at him and gives me that million-dollar smile. It’s enough to make all the girls swoon, for sure. Luckily with him I know that I am the only one. I can trust him and that makes my feelings even stronger.

  I’ve got to get my head in the game though. We have a case to solve, and it’s important, being the first I’ve worked on since making partner. It’s important for Marcus too, as it’s his first big case at the firm. We are in this together.

  "So, do you think there are any other witnesses?" I ask him. Hopefully his ingenious mind will come up with something.

  "You know what? I don’t know. Let’s check the police report again. Maybe there’s something in there."

  "Good idea." I’ve got the report on my desk and as I go over it, Marcus comes to stand at my side. It’s so hard to focus with him there. We read it together.

  "I think I’ve got our money shot," he says.

  "What is it?"

  "They only went after Damian. They didn’t even look at anyone else."

  "Yeah, it’s a little fishy, but maybe since they had so much on him . . ."

  "Do you remember him mentioning that she had other boyfriends? He was not the only one. At the time, we brushed it off, but I think there could be some real evidence here. What if one of them did it? What if somebody had a personal vendetta against her?"

  "I can’t believe they didn’t explore that!" I exclaim. Marcus has done it, like I knew he would. He has found the impossible . . . more evidence.

  "And," I say. "There’s that pause in the surveillance tape. One of the other boyfriends had to have been the one to do it."

  "Exactly. And here is how we get Damian Cain off of one of the biggest cases this firm has ever seen."

  "Yes!" It amazes me how quickly Marcus can come up with solutions. His reputation as a good lawyer proceeded him, but he’s really living up to his name. I’m so happy I helped to get him hired. And, more than that, I’m so happy his arms are wrapped around me, giving me a celebratory hug. We make a great team, in more ways than one. Together we can solve this.

  "Shall we?" He gestures for me to follow out the door.

  "Where are we going?"

  "To Emma’s apartment of course. There’s gotta be something there we can work with."

  "You drive," I say.

  "I was already planning on it."

  He’s so sexy when he takes control. I wish he would take control of me. I’m ready for it. I wonder when he will do it next? Today? Tomorrow? In the car? God, how I would love to have his giant cock in my mouth while he’s driving. Probably wouldn’t be the safest move, but just being around him is making me want to cum in my new panties.

  Of course I bought new lingerie. With all I have going on, I naturally ordered as much stuff as I could get from Agent Provocateur. I can’t wait for Marcus to see it. I’m guessing he loves a girl in lingerie, and boy is mine sexy.

  He eyes me like he’s wondering what I’m thinking. He can’t even imagine! He has no idea how the lines crisscross my
flat stomach, how I’m wearing a black and red garter belt, and how my underwear are now wet . . . for him. Maybe he does imagine it? I hope so.

  I wish we could hold hands as we leave the office, but that would obviously be so inappropriate. It’ll have to wait for the car. And we happily make our way out of the building, knowing we have a leg up on this case.

  Marcus has a Porsche, and I love the way he drives, with maximum authority. His car is conspicuous but hopefully no one will notice as we make our way to Emma’s place. I hope it all goes well and that we follow through with our lead.

  Marcus

  "Ready to play detective?" Jacqueline says to me as I pull my black Mercedes into a spot at the corner of the street.

  "I’d rather play good cop bad cop with you," I say slowly, my voice lowering naturally because, yeah, you know why. Can you blame me for what’s on my mind when I’m around her for being nothing but a walk fucking hard on?

  "Maybe later," Jacqueline says with a wink. "But I get to be the bad cop."

  That’s what I love about Jacqueline. She’s always up for anything and full of surprises. It’s not easy to find a woman who can keep up with me sexually but Jacqueline’s libido is equal to my own. It’s more than that though. What I feel for Jacqueline goes beyond the physical. I’ve been drawn to her since the moment I saw her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. More than that, I think she’s what I need. Or at least part of what she needs. And the fucking thought just really thrills me.

  As we approach Prescott Towers, Emma’s apartment building, I see the concierge sitting behind the security desk she looks early twenties. "I’ve got this it’s going to be easy."

  "We’ll see," Jacqueline says stepping into the building’s lobby as I hold the door for her.

  Jacqueline walks straight up to the girl behind the desk. "Hi, I’m Jacqueline Dupont and this is Marcus Avery.