“Who are you?” Coco asked. She’d never seen either of them before. She was glad she didn’t know them. This would be so much worse if they knew each other. Daniel could never know.
“Just call me, Stone,” said the sandy haired man dressed in gray. He was tall with closely cropped blond hair, blue eyes, and a manly strong-boned face. He was gorgeous and his body was rock hard. Stone was a fitting name. He smiled at her with his sexy mouth. Coco wondered how his lips tasted.
“And let’s say I’m Heath,” the man, she had kissed already, told her in a deep voice. He had a black crew cut. Green eyes blazed out from a tan complexion. He had a fine face with a shadow of a beard, and a great body that was all muscle. And he was already a proven great kisser. Coco was finding it easier to pretend to enjoy this. Clearly they using fake names so were committed to keeping their anonymity too.
“My name’s Coco,” she purred twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. She decided to play up her new persona’s flirtatiousness.
“You ready, Coco?” Stone asked. She loved his voice. His smooth, rich voice sounded like sex.
“Cause we are,” Heath added. His deeper voice sounded like rough sex.
“Oh yeah,” she answered and she reached for them. They didn’t need any more encouragement. Stone took one of her arms, pulled her to him, the slid his hands under her linen blazer.
“You don’t need this.” Stone helped her off with the jacket.
“Or this,” Heath growled. He just grabbed onto the front of her rayon blouse and pulled hard, ripping it off her, and leaving only her sheer corset. Coco was taken aback. Damn. They meant business. She resisted the urge to panic, and instead seductively slipped the remnants of the shirt’s sleeves off her bare arms.
“Let’s see those tits,” Stone added and he gently pushed the straps of her corset off her shoulders. Her round breasts poked out, nipples hard. She slipped the straps off her arms and let the garment fall to her waist with the attached garters still holding up the lace-topped red stockings.
“Nice,” he said. He came very close to her so she feel his heat, and he grabbed her breasts, holding them firmly in his hands. He bent down and licked one aroused nipple then the other. Coco stuck her chest out reveling in the attention to her sensitive nipples. A shot of desire ran from them to her core. As if he knew, Heath moved up behind her. He leaned down and kissed her neck then he slipped his hand under her skirt and explored her. His fingers discovered her arousal and fed it further. Coco began breathing heavy through her mouth. Heath gave her neck a final kiss then walked over to a chaise that was positioned in the center of the room.
“Good. I like this,” Mr. Fawcett announced over a loud speaker. Coco stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was watching. Why did he have to remind her? She balked and began to pull away from Stone. He held her arms tight so she couldn’t move.
“It’s okay, baby. Don’t let him bother you. Think about me,” he muttered while he raked her nipples with his teeth then licked them, alternating pain and pleasure. He stood erect again, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the red leather upholstered chaise lounge. “Turn around,” he commanded. She did as told. He pushed her against the back of the piece of furniture until she was bent forward over it. He lifted her skirt high, exposing her butt, and slapped her ass hard.
“Do you like that?” Stone growled. Coco gasped. She had never been spanked. It hurt.
“I think she does,” Mr. Fawcett‘s voice interrupted, reminding of her of what he had said, she had to like it.
“Yes, sir. May I have another?” She said with a sexy lilt in her voice.
Stone chuckled. “You sure can.” And the spanking continued. He’d rub her butt with his strong hands, and then smack, down came his hand. It was startling at first and it stung. But soon she had to admit, she kind of did like it.
“May I have another?” she murmured quietly. Her butt was lifted high as she leaned over the chaise. She laid her arms and head on the seat cushions. Her head lifted with gasps and moans of pleasure and pain.
“Oh, yeah. I have to,” he uttered. Coco wondered if Mr. Fawcett was forcing him to do this, too. What did he have over Stone? What about Heath? She felt a tie with them now. It was them against Mr. Fawcett, and they couldn’t let him win. She leaned forward into the chaise so her butt lifted higher, tempting him to swat it.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Coco,” Stone uttered. The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through her, intensifying her desire. “Haven’t you?”
“Yeah. So bad,” she said breathily. In all actuality she really was being very bad. There was no way Daniel could ever find out. Stone’s hand came down on her butt cheek, slapping that thought out of her head. There was no thinking about Daniel now. She was Coco. She was loving this.
Stone kept swatting her butt, the slaps to her cheeks resounding through the room. Just then music started, pounding techno. The lyrics were synthesized and repetitive. The air vibrated with the hard beat. She looked up at Heath. He was taking off his suit jacket. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button down shirt and he loosened his gray striped silk tie. He unbuttoned his pants and drew down the fly. He was going European, no underwear at all. She wondered whether Mr. Fawcett had picked these outfits for him and Stone.
Heath pulled his erect cock out and started stroking it. Coco watched. Then she remembered that Mr. Fawcett was watching. Now she understood, kind of. She grew wetter watching him touch himself, watching him run his hand over his long thick shaft. His hand gripped it like a tennis racket and he pointed it at her while Stone continued to spank her. Coco was so aroused.
The spanking stopped for a moment but Coco was so absorbed in Heath touching himself, as he looked at her with those green eyes, that she took no notice. She’d never seen any like them; she’d never forget them.
Her wrists were suddenly in the strong grip of Stone. He pulled her arms behind her back. Heath undid his tie and tossed it to Stone. The strip of silk was wrapped around her wrists and tied tightly. A touch of panic ran through Coco. But then the spanking started again but different this time. Stone rubbed her labia while he smacked her ass. Then he tapped her labia and her arousal increased. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she melted.
Heath came over to her and knelt before her on the chaise. He held his cock and brought it to her. He traced it over her face, ran it over her lips. She went for it with her tongue, licking, tasting his hard shaft. And he brought it closer to her, leaning into her. She took it in her mouth and he moved his hips, slowly offering then taking it back just far away so she couldn’t reach it with her tongue. And Stone continued to spank her. Coco had never felt anything like this. She knew Mr. Fawcett could not be disappointed. In a way she didn’t even care if he was. This was too good.
Her tongue ran up and down Heath’s hard cock. Stone massaged her bottom. He slapped it with one hand, then alternating he started to tap her labia. Her clitoris was already aroused to its fullest. She was going to lose control any time. Maybe all it would take was another spank.
Heath’s member was silky in her mouth, filling it as she sucked and ran her tongue over the tip. He would take it away. Give it back. Take it away longer. His own hand reached down and stroked it whenever he pulled it out of her reach.
“Give it to me,” she uttered. She wanted that cock. His hard body was perfect. In his business suit he seemed even more powerful and dominant. It was his to give and his to take away. Coco wanted it.
“Give it to me,” she repeated.
“Is that how you ask?” Heath replied huskily. His voice was labored with his own arousal. “I better punish you.”
“Yeah, you deserve it, bad, bad girl,” Stone agreed. He loosened the tie on her wrists just enough to keep her comfortable. He was going to give it to her good and he wanted her to like it. Taking her hips in his strong hands, he rolled her over onto the chaise on her back and slipped her skirt down her legs and off. Coco moved he
r legs up to help it come off. The he dragged the corset down over her bottom, undid the garters, pulled it over her legs, and flung it away.
She was fully naked now except the red silk stockings and the stilettos strapped to her feet. Her breasts lay round on her chest aching to be touched. Stone took off his coat, folded it, and laid it over the back of a red upholstered chair nearby. He took off his tie and put it with his jacket. Coco eyed his beautiful body and the smooth way he undressed. It was so refined how he undressed and folded his clothes. That thought was quickly displaced as he gripped the top of his shirt and pulled it open popping off the buttons. He tore it off his arms and tossed it to the floor. What a body, taut and hard. He had strong arms, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Coco could only admire him. He was one of the most wonderful specimens of manhood she had ever seen. Heath was another one. Mr. Fawcett had good taste she mused.
Then Stone unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down. His large erect cock toppled out. To hell with underwear, Coco thought. He definitely was a super-hot guy. Stone must have thought, the hell with pants, because he reached down, took off his shoes and socks, then drew the pants down off his legs. Buck naked he stood there wearing only an irresistible smile, and as his gaze ran over her body, a look in his eyes of pure desire. Coco took a deep breath. Wow. He was so fine. She caught the gaze of his silvery blue eyes.
“Do you want it?” the voice of Mr. Fawcett blared over the loud speaker above the techno music. “Do you want his cock?”
“Yes,” Coco nearly shouted. She was fully in character now. She wanted Stone even if that was exactly what Mr. Fawcett commanded her to do.
“You need to be punished, Coco,” Stone uttered. He took no notice of Mr. Fawcett’s interruptions. His gaze had never left hers. Even though her legs weren’t bound she didn’t even consider getting up from the chaise. She was in their control. If that’s where they wanted her, it was where she wanted to be. Mr. Fawcett was not important in this moment.
Heath moved beside her. Stone went to the other side of the chaise across from him. They knelt there. Both were tall enough so that their cocks were over her breasts. That’s when the spanking began again, a very different kind of spanking. Stone started. He held his cock and smacked it against Coco’s breast. Heath beat the other breast with his member. Their large cocks slapping her breasts nearly driving her wild, she opened her mouth to breathe hard and was struck with the pull of her insatiable desire.
Chapter 3
Just then Coco saw another man standing over her. Mr. Fawcett stood at the foot of the red leather chaise lounge. She peered out of her red feathered mask at him. Her eyes were practically rolling back in her head in ecstasy.
“I had to come in. I need a better seat for this,” he announced. Then he walked to the corner of the room up onto a platform and sat in a big leather upholstered recliner that was perched there. Coco felt herself stiffen up. Seeing him watching was worse than just knowing he was there. The men sensed her reaction.
Heath leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Don’t let him get to you. He may think he has the upper hand, but he doesn’t as long as we can please you like he never could and never will.”
Coco murmured, “Mmm.” And he took her lips, kissing her like softly and stroking her hair.
Then he leaned to her ear and whispered again, “He’s nothing. He’ll never feel the pleasure we’re giving each other.”
He moved back to his knees and gave her breast a sound smack with his cock. Coco smiled tipping head back and arching her so her breasts stuck out more for their cocks to whip.
Now Stone went down to talk to her. His breathe warmed her cheek as he said in a voice that only she could hear, “Tonight you’re ours, baby, and we’re yours. The joke’s on him. Let him sit there and touch himself. Coco, honey, take all that we want to give you. All the pleasure. Don’t let him win.” He sucked her earlobe then he pressed a tender kiss on her lips and resumed his task. His hard cock slapped soundly against her tit. He rubbed it over her hard nipple and stroked his shaft as he squeezed her breast. Then he held her breast tightly with on hand and whipped her it with his member. Coco moaned loudly. It was a scream of ecstasy.
Heath was at it too. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. And he whipped his hard thick cock against her breast. He plucked up her nipple in his fingers and rubbed it over his shaft. Coco shuddered. It was a continuous orgasm. A breathy scream escaped her lips again.
“Oh, yeah, Coco,” Stone growled. “Your tit feels so good on my cock.” His words made her wetter.
Out of the side of her eye, she could see Mr. Fawcett with his hand down his pants staring at them. They were right. It was easy to ignore him, easy to be Coco, and just surrender to this carnal pleasure. Her gaze returned to Heath and Stone, watching them both whip her breasts with their cocks, seeing her breasts shake from the strikes. Her eyes shut languishing the feeling then opened to watch these two hot guys putting on a show for her, shaking their cocks and jiggling her breasts with each sensual strike.
Heath and Stone moved back each giving her breasts another touch. Then Heath lifted her up so she was sitting. Stone untied her hands. Coco reached out and took a cock in each hand. They moved back to the sides of the chaise. She let go of them for a moment, swung her legs up and flipped over so she was sitting on her knees. She took one cock in each of her hands. Again she held one tight while she stroked the other, alternating. Letting go for a moment, she moved to Heath and drew his pants down, leaning over the edge of the chaise to pull them down his legs and off his feet. He kicked his shoes off then and tugged his socks off. Now Heath wore only his shirt. She lifted her head giving the tip of his cock a lick as she moved to look up at him and begin unbuttoning the shirt. He started unbuttoning his shirt at the top and met her fingers in the middle. He held them in a tight grip for a moment as his stormy green eyes met hers. Her face was hidden behind her mask but her eyes revealed everything and mirrored what was in his eyes. They shone with their desire for each other.
He pulled the shirt open but kept it on. His body was so muscular and tan. His biceps were hard and round. His stomach a firm six pack. His erection stood up right there before her face. She dove on Heath’s and took it into her mouth, sucking and licking, licking and sucking, bobbing down on it to the techno beat. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock and gripped his turgid member tightly in her hand. She leaned over to Stone now. His cock was longer than Heath’s but not as thick. She sucked down on it. Stone leaned into her mouth. He moved his hips to match her head that bobbed with the techno. Her hand was still on Heath, his hard thick cock hot in her grasp. Her thumb moved up and ran over the tip, caressing it.
She licked Stone’s member, up and down his shaft, then moved her mouth over it, and dove it down as far as she could into her throat. Stone moaned. Mr. Fawcett did too. Good, she thought. Let him cum, too, and be satisfied.
Heath took her hand and moved it off his member. He moved and knelt behind her on the chaise and slipped on a condom. She kept tending to Stone. Feeling his hardness and fueling his pleasure with her teasing tongue. Heath held her hips and positioned her. He slipped inside thrusting fully into her. Coco moaned and pushed back into his thrust. Stone sat on the chaise pulling Coco’s head onto his shaft. She licked him as Heath thrust into her then moved his hips grinding deep. She had to lift her mouth from Stone’s member to moan. Stone wrapped her hair around his finger s and played with it as she resumed bobbing her head on his cock, moving it deep into her throat until she nearly gagged.
Heath drove deep into her, bouncing against her bottom with powerful thrusts. She panted so much as he touched that particular spot, deep inside, the one that made her scream with pleasure. She moved off of Stone’s member, and lay breathless against his hip clutching his cock wailing her pleasure in a moan, in a scream. Heath thrust deep and let out a manly breathy call. He fell down on her spent.
Stone slipped away before Heath landed, and he stood beside
them. Heath rolled off to the side. He reached into his shirt pocket and tossed Stone a condom. Just like that, Stone had it on. He pulled Claire up to him. Heath reclined back on the chaise. He gave Coco a swat on the butt then a caress and lay there spread out and glorious wearing nothing but his open dress shirt that revealed his hard chest and his ripped naked body.
Stone touched her cheeks with his strong hands and kissed her deeply. Her soft bare body pressed against his hard one. He scooped her up in his arms. Her legs clad in red stockings dangled over his strong forearm.
“Do me a favor. Take those off of her,” Stone said to Heath. Heath rolled onto his side and pulled Coco’s feet to him. With deft fingers, surprisingly for such strong manly hands, he unbuckled the straps of her red stilettos, and slipped them off her feet.
“Thanks,” Stone growled, and before Coco knew it, he lifted her up so she faced him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he lowered her onto his hard cock. She gasped at the shot of pleasure. Never had a man taken her this way before.
“Oh, God!” she yelled as he lifted her up and down, thrusting deeper and deeper, reaching that spot again and again. It felt so good. Coco could barely breathe. Her legs clung tightly around his waist wanting him to never stop. He didn’t have any intention to. She held onto his shoulders, the hard muscles hot in her hands, and she bounced up and down into his thrusts.
He moved over to the wall and leaned back against it so he could angle himself up more and go deeper. Claire screamed now without any restraint. The spot was hit continuously. She was in constant orgasm. Overwhelmed with the pleasure, she had lost all her inhibitions. And he kept going.
Then Heath got off the chaise and Stone sat down on it holding her on his lap. He held her to him and kissed her head. He grunted as he gave her a sound thrust. Coco kissed his neck, his bare chest, and raked his back with her finger nails. Then he held her to him and flipped over carrying her in front of him so she landed stomach down on the chaise. He spread her legs and entered her, starting with a slow grind. He held her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them hard as he moved in slow then grinded. Holding herself up on her arms, elbows down on the mattress, she hung her head and just screamed out softly, overwhelmed with Heath and Stone, their big cocks, their hot bodies, the things they did to her.
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