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Over the Desk

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by Nawtay Brat


  A thin blonde waitress stopped at the table, a flirty smile on her pretty face. "Did you guys want to see a menu?"

  Asher flicked the woman a glance then returned his attention to Sarah. Culver didn't even look at the woman.

  "No," they said in unison.

  Sarah could have sworn the waitress pouted as she walked away.

  Asher leaned in closer to her. "I have all I want to eat right here."

  Heat coursed through her body at the desire in his eyes. The deep timbre of his voice gave her goose bumps.

  "Don't get ahead of yourself, Ash. We should get to know her a little bit more first."

  Culver leaned in closer to her, sniffing her neck. A low growl deep in his throat sent a wave of awareness through her.

  "She does smell delicious," Culver agreed.

  Asher downed the rest of his drink and one of the shots. "How do you feel about all this?"

  Drowning in his eyes she was silent for a moment. She shook her head to clear the fuzziness that his gaze caused. "Good. Scared. Mostly good."

  She took another sip of her drink and coughed again. "I think I need some water."

  Culver raised a hand and motioned the waitress back over. Her smile beamed at him. She flicked a blonde lock over her shoulder. "What can I get you?"

  Sarah watched the woman fawn over Culver and shoot wanting looks at Asher. Neither man paid much attention to the woman but Sarah's anger boiled. It was clear they were with her. Yet the waitress flirted mercilessly.

  "Water for my fiancée," Culver pointed to Sarah.

  "Our fiancée," Asher corrected.

  The waitress's smile faltered, a pout replacing it on her peaches and cream face. "Sure."

  "You guys are pretty confident this is going to work out then," Sarah said.

  "Why wouldn't it?" Asher asked.

  "We hit it off in emails. The next step was to determine sexual arousal. And there's plenty of that here." Culver took her hand and placed it in his lap, covering his rock hard erection.

  She gasped. "And people accept that I would have two fiancés?"

  Not to be left out, Asher took her other hand and put it on his erection. "This club caters to shifters. Most of the clientele are weres of some form or another. Mostly wolf shifters."

  Sarah looked out over the crowd wondering who was human and who was a shifter. A smile tugged her lips when the men arched up into her hands. She squeezed lightly pulling a moan from both of them.

  In denial for years that shifters existed she tried to remember the lore to help calm her nerves. Wolf shifters bonded to their mates. The thought of being bonded to both men for the rest of her life sent a thrill of anticipation through her.

  She could love one of them but could she love both? The disappointment on the waitresses face when they professed their marital status would keep Sarah happy for days. Their anger at the bouncer for almost sending her away warmed her heart.

  If all they wanted was a good lay any number of women here would be happy to oblige, little miss blondie most likely in the front of the line.

  "Okay, so that explains a lot."

  Asher raised an eyebrow at her. "How so?"

  She loved the way he looked at her. Being with them now and going back over the emails in her head that they'd sent she knew Asher wrote most of them.

  Maybe with some input from Culver but he did the writing. His voice and sense of humor matched the tone of the emails.

  "My mother told me stories of this place and warned me to stay away unless I wanted to be eaten by the big bad wolf. I thought it was just an overprotective mother trying to keep her a daughter a virgin for as long as she could."

  "Do you want to be eaten by big bad wolves?" Culver leered at her, licking his lips. He dipped his head to her neck and kissed the tender flesh there. A shiver of excitement raced through her.

  Her hand still in their laps she squeezed them again. Kneaded gently then stroked them through their pants. They groaned. Asher leaned closer to her and kissed her neck, growling in her ear.

  A shot of moisture settled between her legs. It was crazy that she wanted them so much. After a few weeks of emails and one meeting she wanted them to mount her right here, right now and didn't care who saw them. But the privacy of a room so they could get as wild as they wanted called to her.

  The twins inched closer to her until she couldn't move. Two hands inched up her thighs. Suddenly she wished she'd left her underwear at home. Hot fingers seared the sensitive skin of her thighs as their hands skimmed higher.

  Asher teased her pussy first, gently caressing her through her wet panties, then pulling her underwear aside so he could slip a finger inside her slick, warm core. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips.

  Then Culver pushed a finger inside her.

  Two fingers pushed in and out of her wet pussy until she squirmed. The desire to arch into their hands took over and she lifted her hips off the bench slightly to pull them in deeper.

  Her breathing grew faster. One of them teased her clit, rubbing his thumb over the hard nub in lazy strokes that sent pulses of sensation through her body.

  The waitress approached their table carrying Sarah's water. She plunked it in the center of the table and her mouth formed a silent "oh" when Sarah bit back a moan.

  Heat rushed to her cheeks but she didn't care if the waitress knew what the men were doing to her under the table.

  "We'll need one of your private rooms," Asher said.

  The woman nodded, unclipped a walkie talkie from her belt that Sarah hadn't noticed before and spoke into it with urgency. "Room twelve. Up the stairs and the end of the hall."

  She pointed to a staircase on the other side of the room beside the stairs that let people into the club.

  Sarah grabbed her water, chugged it and hoped there would be plenty of liquids in the room. The urgency of Asher and Culver's ministrations told her she would be too tired to leave the room for several hours.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Asher pushed the door open while Culver continued to grope her. Touching her ass, cupping her breasts, nibbling her neck. Like he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Like he couldn't get enough of her.

  A light flicked on when they entered revealing a small room with a large bed and two night tables. On the far wall beside the window was a mini fridge. The click of the door being closed and a deadbolt locking made her spin around.

  Both men stood in front of the door. Their amber eyes darkened with passion. Immediately they began yanking off their clothes. She took in the sight of their chiseled bodies.

  Thick arms, abs to die for made her stomach flip and her clit to pulse.

  "Sarah, you are wearing far too many clothes. If you want to be able to wear that dress again I suggest you take it off," Asher said.

  "We're too eager to fill you with our seed to be gentle with clothing," Culver said.

  Hands trembling she undid the zipper on the side of her dress and shimmied out of it. The inadequate strapless bra followed. Her breasts finally free, they bounced slightly, the nipples puckered into hard peaks.

  Closing her eyes, she hooked her fingers in her panties and shoved them down her legs. She opened one eye, then the other to see their expression. Both took a deep breath and fluttered their eyes.

  They advanced on her and her stomach flipped. Her knees went weak. Asher wrapped an arm around her waist, skimming his other hand down her stomach. His fingers settled between her legs. "You are so wet, so hot."

  "The sexual energy radiates off you, Sarah," Culver said. He joined his brother at her side. He kissed her neck while Asher's fingers delved into her pussy.

  Culver moved his lips lower. When he came to her generous breasts he cupped one with his hand and flicked his fingers over the nipple.

  Asher pulled his fingers out of her, then pushed back in. Culver latched onto her nipple and suckled. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Her knees like limp as a wet leaf, she held onto them for fear of falling.


  Somehow they moved to the bed. Her legs bumped against the mattress. Asher urged her lean back on the bed. She stretched out waiting for what came next, hoping it wasn't the two of them bolting from the room leaving her humiliated and wanting.

  She scooted up until her head hit the pillow. Culver continued his attention on her breasts, licking, sucking and nipping at her nipples. Every suck and graze of teeth over the sensitive peaks sent a jolt of electricity through her.

  A low throb started in her pussy. She needed to be filled. Needed to have one of them plunging his cock into her.

  As if reading her mind, Asher smiled, grabbed her ankles and flipped her over. "Show me that ass, beautiful."

  She got on her knees, putting most of her weight on her elbows. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her. Fingers stroked her pussy, spreading her juices all over her lips.

  The first touch of his cock against her pussy made her gasp. She wanted to rock back so he would plunge deep but she waited. He inched into her, the slow sensual torture making her stomach flutter again. When he finally plunged balls deep, filling her pussy she let out a loud moan.

  "Oh shit. Just like that," she said.

  As Asher began a rhythm, pulling out, plunging deep again, Culver gently turned her head to his waiting cock.

  She licked her lips and wrapped her mouth around his hard length. While she sucked him he played with her breasts continuing to flick her nipples.

  Asher plunged deep again, driving harder and deeper with each stroke. The sensation of being fucked in the pussy and the mouth while Culver fondled her breasts shot electricity through her so intense she'd never felt anything like it before.

  The sensual onslaught brought her close to orgasm. She rocked back and forth in time to Asher's plunges trying to urge him to go faster. Asher's groans brought a sense of feminine power. His hands bit into her hips as he held her in place so he could plunge deeper.

  Culver groaned. She licked up and down his shaft, grazing her teeth gently over the head. She pulled him into her mouth again, bobbing up and down his hard length.

  He groaned louder, wrapping his hands in her hair to guide her. When she didn't think she could take anymore of him into her mouth he pushed gently and she went deeper. She wrapped her lips around his shaft as she pulled back, sucking him with increased pressure.

  The more she sucked and the more Asher plunged the more desperate she was to come. Her increased speed on Culver's cock urged Asher to fuck her faster.

  He plunged into her pussy with hard, fast strokes. Tension built in her core. With a few final thrusts the spring snapped. Her orgasm ricocheted through her body in spasms that reached her stomach.

  Her pussy clenched Asher's cock as he kept thrusting. Finally he groaned, shooting semen into her canal. Eager for them all to come now, she reached up a hand to follow her lips along Culver's cock.

  She bobbed up and down as fast as she could. His hands in her hair tightened. A groan fell from his lips and he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed the thick, warm liquid and collapsed on the bed when Asher pulled out of her.

  She turned over, the spasms of her orgasm still crashing through her. A light sheen of sweat covered them and a shiver went through her.

  With one twin on each side of her they moved closer, Asher draping an arm over her stomach. Culver draped an arm over her breasts.

  And it hit her. She loved them both. Wanted to spend her life with both of them. She put a hand on her stomach confident that she was pregnant. She smiled, snuggling into them. her life would never be boring. She couldn't wait to raise their pups and have two husbands to pleasure her every night.

  Getting Her Fill

  Just because I flash my tits for anyone who will pay doesn’t make me a whore. Okay, not anyone. I’d never show them off to anyone who looked like a creepy pervert, no matter how much they offered. Well, okay, it might depend on how much they are offering.

  The point is that I’m not a whore. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. It’s not like I’m fucking for money. Although, that option might be on the table for the right amount. But it’d have to be a lot—and the guy would have to be really fucking hot.

  If he’s not hot—well, then the price goes up. I guess it’d be more of a sliding scale.

  Call me what you will, but I know how to use what I’ve got. That just makes me smart. And what I’ve got is a nice pair of fucking tits.

  “Twenty bucks, each.” I say to the tall, awkward guy in the doorway. He’s got a tragic complexion, white heads and acne scars all over, with thick glasses and a haircut that’s not helping. He’s probably somewhere around eighteen—definitely a virgin. He’s just staring at me, mouth agape, dumbfounded by what I just offered him.

  “Would you like to see my tits?” Is what I started with when he first opened the door. It’s usually the best opener. Cut out the bullshit and get straight to the point (of the nipple). The quicker the pitch, the faster I can move on to the next house.

  Most of the time I’ll just get the door shut in my face, or else it’s a white knight who thinks it’s suddenly their duty to change my life for the better. “Do you need money?” They’ll say, “You don’t have to sell yourself like that.”

  The truth is I fucking love what I do. I’m proud of my body and I know how to work it.

  I don’t have a problem propositioning chicks either. You’d be surprised. A lot of older women regret not doing enough experimentation in college, and they can appreciate a good set of tits. But most of the time they’ll lecture me about how it’s wrong to sell my body. Suddenly they’re taking on the role of the responsible mother I must have never had, and I’m the impossible teenager who needs to be straightened out.

  But fuck ‘em. I’m nineteen. Like I said, I move on quickly. I’m usually on to the next door while they’re still talking after me.

  I don’t have time to waste. I’m looking for a straight “yes” or “no.” Or at least the same dumbfounded nod this dude is giving me right now.

  “Well?” I say, cupping my breasts and lifting them. My tight black shirt with its low cut neck rises a bit at the hem to expose my pierced navel. The tiny diamond there glints in the low evening sun. As I breathe in, there’s a subtle rise of my slim midriff above the waist of my faded skinny jeans.

  “We don’t have all day,” says Caitlin, my best friend and cohort. She’s skinny and pale like me, except she’s blond and I’m brunette. Large brass hoops dangle from her lobes, mingling with curled hair that brushes the tops of her shoulders. I hate to admit that she’s prettier than me—sometimes. But I’ve got a tighter ass, that’s for sure.

  And like me, she’s quite the slut.

  Eyes locked on my cleavage, the guy fumbles through his pocket before removing two twenty-dollar bills from the sleeve of his wallet. I pinch the two bills between pretty manicured nails, smirking at one corner of my mouth.

  I nudge Caitlin with my elbow and she reacts by lifting off her blouse, unveiling the pink bra underneath. I follow suit and the young dude struggles to keep a straight face.

  “Wait—you’re going to do it here? Outside? Right now?” His head turns as he scans the background of suburban homes.

  “Well yeah, silly!” I giggle as I reach to undo Caitlin’s bra strap. She keeps her arms straight and kind of zones out. She’s a lot more self-conscious than I am, and it’s pretty obvious she’s only doing this for the money. Me on the other hand, I don’t mind the attention.

  A devilish smile sweeps across my face when the straps fall past her shoulders. His eyes shoot wide when her bra cups start to droop, revealing the pleasing slope of her breasts.

  She stands there, stiff and rigid, looking away from the man ogling her supple tits. They’re rather impressive for her meek demeanor. Beautiful and perky, a good mouthful size. The cold bite of the air has made her nipples hard. Caitlin shivers as tiny goosebumps spread from her collarbone, down and around the circumference of her bare tits.

  “
Now you,” he says in a monotone voice, unblinking as his attention shifts to me. “I wanna see yours.”

  I glance down at the rising tent of his jeans while squirming to get at the clasp behind my back. “Whatever you say, baby.”

  My black lace bra crumples in a heap next to my white pumps. “So tell me, you ever seen tits like these?” Elbows at my sides, I give them a little shake. My perfect round breasts knock together and jiggle and the dude’s eyes light up. The bulge in his pants is now a very apparent full on erection.

  I take one in a firm grip and flick at the nipple with my tongue, holding his gaze while letting out a soft moan.

 

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