by Daphne Dawn
That must be it. This can’t be about emotions, because I don’t care about Carly. Not like that. Sure, she is a hell of a good fuck. And the threesome with Scott was something else. But other than that, she is just my PA and I care for her as a person and a great assistant.
The emotions I feel aren’t anything more than that.
Are they?
Carly
After work, I stop at Emma’s place. I knock on the door and step to the side a little so she can’t see it’s me through the peephole. I don’t want her to be able to decide if she wants to see me or not.
When the door opens and it’s me standing there, Emma’s face hardens.
“You walked away from me twice, now,” I say. “Are you going to be childish about this, or can I talk to you?”
Emma shrugs. “There’s not much to talk about, but if you insist I guess you can come in.”
I groan inwardly. She’s going to make this as hard as possible. If it was any normal fight I would have walked away and let her have her temper tantrum alone, but this is about more than that.
“Is Ron here?” I ask.
Emma nods.
“I want to talk to you alone,” I say.
“I was just leaving,” Ron says, coming up behind Emma. He’s tall and lanky with dirty blond hair and eyes that aren’t exactly green or blue, but something in between. He kisses Emma, flashes me a smile and walks away from us, whistling.
I walk into the apartment. The place is so much neater than mine. It is so neat, in fact, that it is almost uncomfortable. I sit down on the couch.
“Something to drink?” Emma asks.
I shake my head. I’m not planning on staying that long.
“Alright,” Emma says, sitting down without getting herself something to drink, either. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I’m not even going to touch on you being a little bitch about my relationships and who I do or don’t sleep with.”
She raises her eyebrows but I’m not going to give her a chance to talk.
“The investors mentioned a sex tape threat. You’re acting all innocent about the anonymous tip, pretending to be hurt that I suspected you. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Emma’s eyes widen when I swear at her.
“You think that is me?”
I nod. “I do.”
I remembered something in bed, after Kevin left last night. I remembered how I wondered about Emma’s intentions when she picked up my key, how secretive she was.
“You have my key,” I say.
Emma shakes her head, looking down her hands. A smile plays on her lips and I don’t like it that she thinks this is funny.
“So, what if there is a sex tape?” she asks.
My mouth drops a little. “You’re saying there is?”
Emma looks up at me. “God, Carly, you’re so naïve. I can’t believe you haven’t found the camera yet.”
I blink at her. I came in here, ready to confront her, but now that she’s so open about it I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“How can you do this to me?” I ask. “You have the tape?”
Emma nods, looking pleased with herself. I jump up.
“Where is it?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m just going to give it up to you. You think you’re so awesome, sleeping with more than one guy. It doesn’t make you awesome, Carly, it just makes you a slut. Besides, they’re using you – I’m just trying to help you.”
If I wasn’t so stressed about the sex tape I just realized is real, I might have been insulted by what she must say about me. Now, I don’t care. I march to her bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Emma calls after me. I storm into her room and turn in a circle. Where am I going to start? I walk to her nightstand and yank the drawer open, rummaging through it. The chest of drawers is next and I ruffle through her underwear, her socks, and then the vanity case on top.
Nothing.
It isn’t in her closet, either. Fuck, it can be anywhere.
When I turn around, unsure where else to look, Emma is leaning against the doorpost with her arms folded. She smiles at me.
“You know, if this isn’t about the fact that your morals are so screwed up, I would be amused by this. But it’s sad, instead.”
I shake my head.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
Emma shrugs. I’m so angry I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust.
“You’re sly, Em. Cunning, like fox.”
Emma is still smiling. I want to say something that will wipe that smile right off her face.
“No,” I say. “Not a fox. You’re cunning, just like dad.”
That did the trick. Comparing her to our dad is the one thing that hurts more than anything else. I push passed her.
“I have nothing more to say to you.”
I let myself out the front door and get into my car. I speed home, unlock my door and run to my bedroom. I turn the room upside down, looking for a camera. I look everywhere a camera will still have a view of the bedroom – in doors and the curtains and the lamps. Eventually, I find it. It’s a lot smaller than I thought it would be. I don’t know much about this kind of technology, but I know enough to know what I’m looking at.
I turn the small device around in my hands and notice a small groove on the side. When I press it with my nail, a slot pops open for a micro SD memory card. And the slot is empty.
“Dammit!” I shout.
I walk back to the living room where I dropped my handbag and fish for my phone. When I find it, I dial Scott’s number.
“I found a camera,” I tell him.
“I’ll be right there,” he says.
When he hangs up, I phone Kevin whose response is similar. When he hangs up, I sit down on the couch, feeling drained.
Ten minutes later, a knock sounds on my door. I open and both Scott and Kevin stand in front of me. They look worried. I let them in and close the door behind them.
“Here it is,” I say when they’re inside, picking it up from the coffee table where I put it to stare at it. Kevin takes it and turns it around in his hands. He finds the memory card slot and opens it the same way I did. When it pops open he hands it to Scott.
“So, Emma put it in your room?” Kevin asks when Scott inspects the empty slot.
I hug myself and nod. “She admitted it to me today. It’s the only reason I searched until I found it. It’s so small.”
“Where was it?” Scott asks.
“Attached to my lampshade. It has a black pattern so it isn’t very noticeable.”
Scott nods. Kevin looks at the camera in Scott’s hands.
“We don’t know that there was ever and SD card in there,” he says.
Scott looks at him before he looks at me.
“That’s true,” he says. “It can still be that she’s bluffing.”
I shrug and sits down on my couch. “I guess she can be. This is unlike her so I want to believe that, but I don’t know. I just… don’t know. I feel like it’s my fault.”
“Hey,” Scott says and sits down next to me. He puts the camera back on the table where it stares at me with it’s one eye. Kevin sits down on my other side. “It’s going to be fine,” Scott says. He put his hand on my leg. I changed into slacks and a tank top in the time I waited for them to come so I’m comfortable. Scott’s hand is warm through the thin, stretchy material on my thigh.
“You can’t have helped this,” Kevin says. They both sit very close to me and I’m aware of their bodies, the heat radiating from their skins. Scott moves his hand on my thigh, rubbing it slowly up and down.
“He’s right,” he says. “She’s playing us. It’s not your fault.”
I hear what he’s saying but his hand on my thigh distracts me. He moves his hand up and down, his fingers sliding closer and closer to my pussy. I watch his hand. I’m worried about the camera, everything feels like a horrible mess and still Scott turns me
on by touching me the way he is, now.
I look at him and his eyes are a deep green. His gaze slides to my lips. I feel the atmosphere charge around us, the worry changing to desire. Scott leans in toward me, placing his hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him. I close my eyes and his lips come onto mine. He kisses me and I open my mouth, letting him penetrate me, taste me.
Kevin’s hand lands on my arm and he strokes me, his hand moving up to my shoulder and back down again. He nuzzles my neck as I make out with Scott, kissing the tender skin so that I get goosebumps. His hand moves to my breast and he cups it. His skin is hot through my shirt.
Scott slides his hand up until his fingers brush my pussy. I shiver, moaning softly into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, Kevin turns my head with his hand on my cheek and kisses me, taking over where Scott left off. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he squeezes my breast, massaging, kneading. Scott, having nothing else to do, pushes his hands between my legs. I open my legs for him to give him access. He rubs my pussy through the pants, the material friction on my pussy lips and clit driving me wild.
I moan into Kevin’s mouth. He takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it back and forth, tugging lightly. The combination of sexual stimulation from two different men is almost too much to bear.
Scott tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. Kevin lets go of my breast and breaks the kiss to give Scott a chance to pull the shirt over my head. I sit up and Kevin reaches behind me, unclasping my bra and pulling it off. They both stop and stare at my breasts. Kevin pulls me onto him so that I lay half on his lap and he cups both breasts. He massages them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
Scott hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls my slacks down, taking my panties with them. In no time at all, I’m naked and splayed out in front of the two men who seem to think it is the most precious thing on earth.
Scott kneels on the couch, spreading my legs. I gasp when he lowers his head and closes his lips over my pussy. He licks a line from my entrance to my clit and I shudder when he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit a few times. Kevin plays with my breasts, tugging and pulling, and Scott licks and sucks my pussy until I squirm and writhe on the couch.
After a moment, Kevin moves out from underneath me and I hold myself up, propped on my arms. Kevin pulls his shirt off and I have a beautiful view of his body – his arms strong and muscular, his abs sculpted and delicious, moving under his skin. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, thick and hard. He pushes his hips toward me and I know what he wants.
I suck him into my mouth and he groans. Scott is still between my legs, sucking my clit and the sensation along with the dick in my mouth is another sensory overload. I shiver and bob my head up and down, taking as much of Kevin into my mouth as I can without cutting off my own breathing. I must hold back if I want to stay in control of my body – with Scott between my legs I’m already in trouble of tipping over the edge and losing it.
“Oh, yeah, princess,” Kevin says. I moan against his cock as the sucking on my clit intensifies. I’m so damn close to the edge it’s almost impossible concentrate, but then Scott stops and I let go of Kevin, gasping for air, moaning in protest about the orgasm denial.
Scott
Carly is on fire. The lust in her eyes is clear and she sits up, upset that I stopped just before she orgasmed. She reaches for me, pulling my shirt up and over my head. Her undressing is urgent. I undo my own buckle but she takes over, unzipping my pants. She pulls them down, stopping to get rid of my shoes before throwing it all on the floor. I’m naked, my cock hard and straining. I want her. I want her good and hard.
“Turn to the couch and bend over, my little whore,” I say to her and she does as I say, bending over the couch, her ass on display to the both of us. Kevin stands next to me, taking it all in. His hand moves to his dick, more than happy to watch while I take the first shift. Fine by me.
I grab Carly’s hips and aim at her pussy, pressing my tip against her entrance. She holds her breath and I push into her. She cries out as her body opens for me.
“God, you’re so wet,” I gasp. She’s practically dripping. I pull out almost all the way and slam into her again, pushing in as far as I can go. I reach her cervical wall and she cries out. Women don’t like it when I do that, so I’m careful not to go that deep again.
I fuck her, pounding into her. She cries out with every stroke, bracing herself on the couch. Kevin moves a little to get a good vantage point from the side and he jacks himself off as he watches me fucking Carly from behind. Her hair falls over her back when she flips it up and I take the opportunity to grab it. I bunch it in my hand and pull her head back, holding her, arching her back. She cries out, her body held in this position and I continue fucking her.
After a while, I let go of her hair and reach for her arms. I pull them back so that her body lifts, arching her back. I pull her arms back and hook my arms through her elbows so that she’s pulled in an arch toward me, her breasts pushing out, her body curved in a C as I fuck her. She cries out, her breath forcing out of her lungs as I manipulate her body into the position I want her in.
Kevin moves closer and I turn us a little so that she isn’t facing the couch anymore. He bends over and plays with her breasts, taking them into his mouth. Judging by the way Carly’s cries change, he’s using his teeth as well or sucking hard enough for it to border on pain.
I keep fucking her, slamming into her, taking her body the way I want it.
Kevin stops and steps away. I slow down. Kevin kicks off his shoes and gets out of his pants. He’s naked, now, standing in front of Carly. His dick is hard and ready for action and I let go of Carly’s arms so that she can lower her upper body again. Kevin takes her face in both his hands and guides her mouth to his dick. He pushes into her mouth.
I pick up the pace, pumping into Carly harder again and Kevin picks up the pace, pushing into Carly’s mouth hard and fast enough that she makes gurgling sounds and moaning. He lets her breathe every few strokes but other than that he fucks her face the way I fuck her pussy.
We fucked her like this before. It’s even better than I remember it.
I reach around her body and push my hand between her legs. I slow my strokes right down and my fingers find her pussy, pushing into her slit to find her clit. She moans around Kevin’s dick when I press two fingers against her clit and wiggle them up and down. I move my fingers in circles around her clit, rubbing her faster and faster.
Carly moans, a strangled sound as Kevin pumps into her throat. Her knees buckle and I wrap my other arm around her hips to hold her up. I rub her furiously, barely pumping in and out of her now for lack of concentration.
She shudders in my grip, a sigh escaping around Kevin’s dick. He pulls out enough for her to breathe hard. He reaches down to her tits and squeezes them. Carly cries out louder. She is so close; I can feel it. She shivers and every shiver brings a wave over her body, clutching at my cock, sending shivers into my own body, too.
I look up at Kevin. His face is riddled with concentration and desire. I know mine looks the same. I fuck Carly as much as I can while holding her up and playing with her clit, and the orgasm rocks through her.
Her pussy clamps down around my cock and her body convulses. Her legs give way almost completely and I struggle to hold her up as she orgasms. She cries out, her mouth open so Kevin steps back. Carly shudders and moans and I stroke her clit to prolong her orgasm, to keep her coming.
Finally, she comes down from her orgasm and I pull out of her. She collapses on the couch, breathing hard. Kevin and I stand over her, cocks still hard, watching her as she gasps naked and spent on the couch. We aren’t done with her yet.
Carly glances up at us and her eyes tell me she knows it and she isn’t upset it about it, either. Her eyes are still filled with lust and she looks from my cock – slick now, covered with her sex – to Kevin’s cock, the tip wet with his own desire. She wants more, too.
“Come to the bedroom,” Kevin says. He holds out his hand and Carly takes it. He helps her up and we move to the bedroom where Carly lies down on the bed again. I stay standing. Kevin crawls onto the bed with her and she lies on her back, her legs falling open for him. He positions himself over her, his cock between her legs and he pushes into her.
She gasps. I watch them as Kevin pumps into Carly. Watching them fuck is hot and I palm my own flesh, sliding my hand up and down my cock. Her juices are still on my cock and my hand slides up and down with ease. I watch as Kevin pounds into her and Carly cries out, gasping and moaning.
Kevin pushes himself up so he is braced on his arms. The space between them is enough that her tits move back and forth. I watch her tits with her hard nipples moving and God, I want to suck on them, to nibble them. I’m not going to get involved, though. It’s Kevin’s turn.
Kevin bends his arms and props himself up on his elbows. He moves the other hand to Carly’s face and strokes her hair, her cheeks, her brows. He traces her lips with his fingers and when she gasps, her lips opening further, he pushes two fingers into her mouth. She closes her lips around him the way she sucked on his or my cock and I watch as he pumps his fingers into her mouth in the same way he moves his dick in and out of her. It is erotic as hell and strangely dominant, even though Kevin is the tame one between the two of us.
Carly seems to like it, though. She moans more when he finger fucks her mouth while he slides in and out of her, her sounds becoming a little erratic. Is she getting closer, already? I want to get in there, too. I want her ass around my cock again so that I can fuck her from behind while Kevin is still buried in her pussy. When we did that last time, it took everything for me not to lose my load inside of her straight away.
Not a lot of women like to do anal. We never asked Carly what she does and doesn’t like, but I get the idea she likes me in her ass.
When I can’t hold it anymore, I walk toward them. I get onto the bed. Kevin pulls out of her and moves around her so he is behind her. He pushes into her again, fucking her in the spooning position. In this position, I’m not going to get to her ass but her mouth is right there. I grab her head and push my cock into her mouth, lying in front of her.