Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

  Two sets of fingers rubbed at me, two thumbs aiming for my throbbing clit.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “Make me come… I need to come…”

  I was still aching inside, a dull pain as my clit fluttered and my muscles clenched, but I wanted them. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked hard enough that I’d feel them all the way through tomorrow.

  Carl dropped from the sofa, and the warmth of his mouth pressed wet and breathy to the inside of my thigh. He scraped his teeth and kissed his way up my skin, nudging my clit with his nose as he breathed in my scent, and fuck I pushed into him. He took the fabric of my knickers between his teeth and he sucked, tasting, and I pushed some more, writhing against him. Then he moved the fabric aside and his fingers spread me, his tongue hunting out the throbbing little nub of my clit, and I moaned for him, heard myself saying his name over and over as his fingers searched inside me.

  Rick shifted at my side, pulled my hands from my tits, and his smile was so beautiful, just for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked me in. Sucked my tit all the way into his mouth – at least that’s what it felt like.

  Carl’s tongue darted and lapped at my clit as Rick’s tongue bar flicked at my nipple. His fingers grabbed at my other tit, and pinched and rolled and squeezed and it was fucking heaven.

  I took Carl’s hair in one hand, Rick’s in the other, held them in position.

  “More,” I said. “Suck… suck me…”

  I bucked my hips against Carl’s mouth, and his tongue squirmed and teased. His fingers scissored the tender flesh around my clit, gripping me for his tongue, and he worked me hard, his tongue quickening into tight little circles right where I needed them.

  “Fuck, I really need to come now…” I moaned. “Please…”

  Carl sucked. He sucked hard. He sucked on my clit until I arched my back and curled my toes. He sucked until I lost my mind and hissed out words that made no sense. He sucked until my grip on his hair loosened, and my breath was deep and fast and evening out.

  And then Carl became consumed. He pushed Rick aside and took hold of my shoulders, forced me down onto my back and tugged my knickers off. My hands were reaching for him, hot for the sight of his naked body, the feel of his skin, but he seemed too urgent for that. He loosened his belt and pulled out his cock, thick and dark and heavy as he thumped it against my thigh. He pressed it to my fluttery mound, and Rick raised my head so I could stare at it, the way its length rose to my belly button when his balls pressed to my slit.

  Carl ground against me. “Deep,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you deep.”

  I nodded, and held my knees to my chest.

  Rick laughed, and his voice was thick and horny.

  “Open her up,” he said. “Fuck her so deep you’re in her fucking womb, Carl.”

  The thought made my clit hiss.

  I wanted him in that fucking deep. I wanted him all the fucking way.

  Rick moved behind me and lifted my head into his lap, and I could feel the swell of him. He leaned forward and loosened Carl’s tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and I watched Rick’s hands run up Carl’s chest, loving the hunger in his fingers.

  I stared up at the two hot guys above me and I wanted to see them together.

  “Kiss,” I whispered. “I want to watch you.”

  Rick took Carl’s face in his hands and flicked his tongue over Carl’s lips. I saw the glint of his piercing before Carl sucked it into his mouth and they kissed hot and heavy and wet. It was delicious. It was beautiful. It set me on fucking fire.

  Rick groaned against Carl’s open mouth, and his fingers dropped to his own belt. He fumbled in his jeans and I felt his cock against my cheek, slapping gently as Rick worked himself. “Fuck her,” he groaned in Carl’s face, and it was only just audible. “Fill that gorgeous little cunt, fill her up.”

  And Carl did. His cock pushed inside, and he was a battering ram of hard fucking meat, stretching me as I squirmed. It stung a little as my tender pussy took him in, enough to hitch my breath, and then it ached. Oh it fucking ached. But I wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Fuck me,” I said.

  I cried out as he pushed deep, but I didn’t move. My knees were still tight to my chest, my pussy unguarded and willing… and his. My pussy was his.

  The boys kept kissing, and Rick was working his dick, and Carl was so fucking deep inside me. Rick guided the head of his dick to my lips and I opened wide. He pushed himself inside my cheek, stretching my lips as I tried my best to suck him, his Prince Albert clipping my teeth as he went.. He took my knees and yanked them towards him, and my weight shifted onto my shoulders, my ass hitching up and into the air.

  Carl shifted, too, and he was deeper in this position, I felt him thump against something tender inside me, as far as he could go. And the feeling was surreal. Beautifully surreal.

  “Let’s fill her,” Rick hissed. “Fill that pretty little cunt full of us.”

  Carl nodded. He nodded and kissed Rick’s lips, full and hard, then he smiled and pinched Rick’s cheeks, sucked on his bottom lip.

  And then his attention was on me. He dropped on top of me, his weight bearing down, and his eyes were fierce, hungry for mine as I sucked and slavered and licked at Rick’s shaft.

  Carl fucked me, and stretched me, and it ached all the way inside.

  “Take her,” Rick said. “She wants it. She fucking wants it all.”

  I did want it all. Whatever that even meant.

  Carl slammed me, his hips thrusting hard, his skin slapping against mine, each thrust sending waves of horny pleasure through me. It felt like he was right inside my fucking belly, and I loved it, couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Yes,” I groaned but it came out so muffled against Rick’s cock. “More. Fuck me.”

  Carl growled in my ear. “I’m so fucking deep. I’m all the way inside your hungry little cunt.” I nodded as Rick slapped his dick across my open lips, and Carl thrust hard. I felt his cock reach a dead end, and it ached, oh fuck it ached so fucking beautifully. “This is what I need,” he groaned. “This.” His voice was ragged, strained with his thrusting. “Need to fill your cunt, need to come inside.”

  My belly lurched and tickled, and I nodded, let out a gasp.

  The ache was building, my pussy clenching and tightening and driving me insane.

  “Fuck me hard,” I moaned. “I want you to come, I want to feel you come…”

  “Good girl,” Carl growled.

  And I was away, delirious, rambling. “I want your cum inside me at work tomorrow, I want to feel you, I want to know you’ve been there…”

  “Fuck,” Rick said, and his hand was slapping away at his dick, his balls bouncing against my cheek.

  “…I want to be full of you, both of you… I want to be dripping… I want to be all filled up…”

  I didn’t know what I was saying, didn’t know why I wanted it so fucking badly. Didn’t know why I wanted Carl’s cum dripping from my pussy all the way through tomorrow.

  And Rick’s, I wanted Rick’s, too.

  But it was Carl that was grunting and heaving and slamming into my cervix. It was Carl who was on the edge, fucking me hard and fast while I whimpered and squirmed.

  It was Carl who rammed all the way inside and groaned as he came, his eyes closed and his abs tense and tight, his whole body tight as his thick cock spasmed inside me.

  “Yes…” Rick said, and his hand was working fast. “My turn next, my turn…”

  Carl pulled out slowly, but held me in position, shifting to the side to let Rick take his place.

  Rick slammed inside in one thrust, and he fucked fast, his hips a fucking piston, his thumb on my clit, and all I could do was shudder and gasp beneath him as he pumped me.

  He was already half gone, his eyes glazed and needy. Carl put a hand around his throat, and Rick liked that. I liked it too. The horn just grew horns. Carl squeezed Rick’s throat. Fuck.

  “Gonna come,” Rick’s voice wa
s raspy and strained. “Oh, Jesus…”

  His thumb sent me over the edge as he lost control, and I cried out loud as he unloaded inside me. A shuddery climax ripped through my body, made me throw my head back against the leather, gripping at the armrest and thrusting back at him until he was spent.

  Until we were spent.

  I smiled as I caught my breath. “That was fucking amazing… my fucking God.”

  Rick pulled out and gave my clit a final flick, and he was grinning.

  “Our pleasure.”

  He kissed Carl on the lips, and leaned in to kiss me next, and I pulled him close, wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I squeezed him and breathed him in, and held him until he dropped to my side on the sofa.

  And then I was reaching for Carl, too. I wanted to hold them both.

  But Carl didn’t want to be held.

  A thump against my clit made me moan, tender. He was hard again, and his eyes were fierce again, desperate again.

  Oh shit. My poor aching pussy.

  “Round fucking two,” he said.

  A spring in my step and that fucked last night ache between my legs and I was all ready to hit round one of Katie versus Princess Verity. I’d selected one of my new blouses with care, the lightest teal blue, cute but subtle, professional without being too brash. My hair was up in a messy bun, to show off the tailored lines of my new swanky suit jacket. My pencil skirt hugged my ass, and my heels made a satisfying clack as I walked. Yeah, I felt good. I felt ready for this.

  I had a lovely little flutter in my belly as we arrived at the office. It was gooey and warm and far too squishy, and although I knew it was a potentially dumbass move to get all gushy over a guy who was A. my boss and B. paying me to fuck both him and his boyfriend, I couldn’t help myself.

  I liked pulling up to the office in Carl’s Range. I liked walking through the office at his side. I liked borrowing his toothbrush in the morning, and sleeping in his bed at night. I liked taking his cock, once, twice, three times over, only to take him again the next morning.

  I liked the fact that the part of him he’d spilled inside me was still dribbling its way back out again. I especially liked how dirty that made me feel.

  And I liked his boyfriend. I loved his boyfriend.

  Carl dropped me at the desk next to Ryan, who I’d been working with the day before, and that felt good, too.

  Ryan seemed a genuine guy with his head screwed on. Everyone else was jabbering on about their evening, or where they were headed for lunch, or who was likely to get voted out of the latest piece of reality TV show crud, but Ryan was having none of it. I recognised the presentation slides he was staring at, the same ones Carl had talked me through the evening before, and pulled up a chair.

  “Early morning cramming,” he said. “Want to get a head start.”

  “Ditto,” I said, and he smiled and angled his screen in my direction.

  “We can be study buddies,” he offered.

  I nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

  And so it began.

  I listened to the morning training sessions so intently that my brain fizzed. I made notes until my fingers cramped and my writing became all but illegible. I asked question after question that made Carl smile and Verity scowl, and I committed the answers to memory. I thrilled as Carl marked up the whiteboard with our names all ready for the sales results table to kick off the following Monday, and for every look of disdain Verity shot in my direction my resolve grew a little more steely.

  I could do this. I could come out top and show that snotty little cow I was far more than the loser sister she’d chalked me up as.

  I expected Carl to distance himself from me at work, to draw the boss line and pretend I was just another minion on his training programme, but it seemed Carl doesn’t work that way. He tapped my arm as we were breaking for lunch and he had his car keys in his hand.

  “I’m heading out for coffee and a bagel. Want to come?”

  Of course I did.

  We ate at a little cafe at the far end of the business park and he watched me so intently that I could only take tiny mouthfuls of sandwich.

  “So,” he said. “What’s with you, Katie? You seem different.”

  I shrugged. “If something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well, right?”

  He took a hearty bite of his bagel. I watched as he chewed and swallowed. “I looked into the stats you put on your application form.”

  “And?”

  “They were impressive, if not entirely believable.” He paused. “And they checked out.”

  “Of course they did. I’m no liar.”

  His eyes looked so green under the fluorescent lighting. “I spoke to your old boss, from the insurance agency.”

  “You spoke with Colin Wilkins? What did he say?”

  “He said you were dedicated, talented, hardworking. He said you had one of the best track records across your region. He said you were a faultless new business developer, and he’d offered you a spot on their management training scheme but you turned him down.”

  I felt myself burning up. “I did pretty well there. It was only part time.”

  “He told me I’d be an idiot not to cultivate your talent and push you into management.”

  I laughed a little. “Management? I just did a bit of telemarketing, no big deal.”

  He leaned in and I felt the charge from him, felt the tingle. “I don’t think you’re the simple little horsey girl you play at being. I don’t think that’s you. I think you want more than that, even if you don’t know it.”

  I pushed my plate aside. “I don’t play at being anything. I just want different things than you. Just because someone can do something doesn’t mean they want to do it. I’m really not such a dark horse, Carl.”

  He smirked. “And yet here we are, suited and booted, grabbing a bagel before heading back to the office.” His voice lowered. “I watched you all morning, and you want this. I saw it in you. You’ve got the calling for it, even if you refuse to acknowledge the fact.”

  I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I’ve got the calling to win my little trip to see Harrison Gables and earn some decent cash towards my yard.”

  “It’s more than that.”

  I met his eyes. “It’s not.”

  “Fine,” he said. “I’ll transfer you for the six months, I could do with someone to help manage my diary. You can check out of the training programme and work alongside me.” My face must have dropped before I could stop it, the prospect of a Katie-Verity sales smackdown slipping through my fingers. “And there we have it.” He smirked. “Busted, as Rick would say. So, tell me. Why do you want this all of a sudden?”

  I hesitated. “Maybe it’s a calling, like you said.”

  He shook his head, and I felt like he was boring his way into me. Only into my brain this time, not my pussy. “No,” he said. “It’s something else. Is it about your father?”

  I nearly spat my coffee. “About the sperm donor?! No. I couldn’t give two shits about him.”

  “Then it’s about Verity?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Why does it have to be about anyone? Maybe I just like a hard day’s work?”

  “I’ve been around the block a few too many times to buy into that, Katie. I know when someone’s out to prove something, there’s a steel to it, an edge. You’ve had that edge since we sat down to look at slides last night.”

  “Why does it matter?”

  He shrugged. “I like to know what I’m working with. It helps me get the best out of you.”

  “I’ll get the best out of myself,” I said. “You don’t need to worry.”

  “I’m not worried.” He was quiet as he finished up his bagel. Big purposeful bites without any self-consciousness. I couldn’t take my eyes from him. He dabbed his lips with a napkin, left a single crumb behind. I wanted to pull him close and lick that crumb right off. “Just use that motivation in the right way,” he continued. “Competition can be healthy, it can
also be destructive.”

  “Sure thing, Daddy.” I laughed at his frown, and it was quite a frown. “Jeez, Carl. I’m joking, just playing around.”

  His frown relaxed. He raised an eyebrow at me, and couldn’t help smiling. “Let’s get back,” he said.

  I followed him out, watching his firm ass all the way back to the car. He slung an arm behind my seat as he reversed out of the space. “I told him,” he said. “Your father, I mean. I told him what Colin Wilkins said about you. I gave him a copy of your performance stats, as well.”

  The thought gave me shivers. “And what did he say?”

  “He said that’s his girl.”

  I folded my arms. “I’m not his girl.”

  “I told him as much. I said he can relinquish whatever ideas he has for a hold on you, because there’s a new daddy in town.”

  I gasped at that. “You didn’t.”

  He laughed. “No, I didn’t.” He met my eyes as he turned back onto our section of the estate. “But I would, if it called for it. I don’t believe in pussy-footing around for the sake of the status quo, Katie.”

  The thought thrilled and petrified me in equal measure. “That would be crazy,” I said.

  “Maybe.”

  “Definitely.” I unclipped my seatbelt as he pulled into his space. “And I’d lose all respect from the team. Nobody likes someone they think waltzes around getting special treatment, Carl, especially not one they think is in bed with the boss.”

  “And there we go,” he said. “You’re all in, even if you don’t want to be. You already care what they think of you.” He grabbed my wrist as I made to open my door, and I flashed back to the weight of him over me, pinning my wrists as he pushed his way inside my sore pussy while the birds chorused the dawn outside. “Will we see you tonight?”

  My mind turned blank. “I don’t know… I, um… Samson…” I took a breath. “I need to see Samson.” And my pussy needs a break.

  He nodded, let go of my wrist, and I immediately regretted my answer. “Of course, yes. Sorry.”

  But I wasn’t sorry he’d asked. Wasn’t sorry at all.