Filthy Boss

by Amy Brent

  The inside is heavily decorated with wreaths, tinsel, candy canes and a giant snow frosted tree in the middle of the lobby. Two golden elevators sit on opposite ends, and after asking the receptionist, I get off the fifty fifth floor. There’s only one door on the very end of the floor. A soft knock pushes it open, and I walk inside and close it behind me.

  My boots kick a foot of fake snow that swarms my ankles, and I take a deep whiff of pine needle, cinnamon and vanilla. Every inch of the condo is decorated with garland and Santa hats and even little mistletoes that hang from lowered ceilings. But the most amazing part is not the wrapping paper crudely taped onto walls or the twinkling Christmas tree nestled in the corner, but the Parisian music that plays from a room around a corner and the plate of French pastries that sit on a small iron table with fake cigarettes.

  “I forgot to add this.” Jake says as he enters through the hallway. He wears a thin shirt and regular pants, far more normal and humble that anything I’ve ever seen on either of them, and offers me a small smile as he fits a string of roses around the top of my head.

  “What the hell is all this?” I ask. He laughs, and naturally I just want to tear his shirt and feel the muscles beneath.

  “When we screw up we do everything to make up for it. And we fucked up big time.” He admits and pops half a scone in his mouth. A smudge of chocolate slides onto his lip and he uses my finger to wipe it and swirls his tongue around the tip. I gasp and try brushing his lips but he pulls away as Emmet joins us.

  “We’re sorry, Remy. We didn’t realize how unfair it was to make you choose.” He says in a gray turtleneck and slacks.

  “So you buy a condo and decorate it?” It’s ridiculous sounding in both my head and on my lips.

  “Actually,” Emmet leaves and returns with a letter. I open it to not only find the deed to the place, but my name as well. “It’s a part of your promotion package. Your current apartment was way too far from the restaurant and as the newest floor manager we wanted to make sure you were readily available.”

  I look at the condo with fresh eyes.

  “You bought me a condo?” I whisper. My heart beats so loud and quickly that I wonder if they can hear it themselves. “You’re fucking crazy. Both of you, I’m not taking this!”

  “Remy.” Jake calms me down and presses his hands on my shoulders. His breath brushes against my cheek and I’m overwhelmed by his scent of firewood and mint. “David is leaving to manage our second location, and you’re the best worker we have. Just say yes, and after the new year you’ll officially be Kennedy’s Downtown Manager, with the pay to match.”

  Climbing the ranks at Kennedys has been a goal of mine, and I know that place inside and out. Already my mind is full of ideas and thoughts and so I accept, but with reservations.

  “I like my apartment, and I’m still in a lease.” I say. “And I’m not okay with being spoiled or getting special treatment from the both of you.”

  “This condo is a perk of being the manager. David opted for a cash bonus when we first hired him, so we never had to deal with buying one. But when you get promoted again, or maybe even help us open a third location, this will become whoever replaces you.” Emmet explains. “It’s a challenging job, so we wanted the perks to be worth it. And it’ll be waiting for you until your current lease ends.”

  I set the deed next to the scones and face them both. Their scent fills my nose until I’m sure I’m flushed and breathing heavily, and it’s not long before they realize it as well.

  “Remy.” Emmet starts but Jake interrupts him.

  “We’re not asking you to choose one of us.” He says.

  “We never will.” Emmet finishes.

  “We always hated sharing when we were younger, but that’s because we’ve never had anything worth sharing.” Jake’s arm cups my face and brings his close to mine. He closes his eyes, and kisses me long and hard as Emmet’s hands slide from behind my back towards my breast. They roam my plump body, squeezing and tracing lines until they stop just near the inside of my thighs. I’m already wet there, and Jake only worsens it when his tongue dips into my mouth.

  “If you’ll share your love with us, we’ll learn how to share you.” Emmet whispers near my neck.

  “Are you sure?” I breathe. They take turns undressing me until I’m standing in only my panties, and when I point out that they’re still wearing clothes they both grin and rip theirs off.

  “We are absolutely, positively more than sure. Remy, we love you. We’ve learned than we both can’t stop thinking about you. You drive us equally crazy, and together we can make you the happiest you’ve ever been.” Jake gets 3 glasses of whiskey and passes them between us. “To our first Christmas Eve together.” He says and we each take a small sip.

  “And now,” Emmet presses small kisses at the base of my neck as his fingers play with my enlarged nipples. “It’s time to share.”

  Jake lifts me up around his waist. I lean my head against Emmet’s chest behind me and moan as I’m moved from the living room to a barely furnished bedroom with nothing but a simple bed and a nightstand.

  All three of us get comfortable, both men on either side of me. Their hands stroke my dark skin as I take turns kissing them. There’s an even mixture of love and lust and before I realize it, my limbs are entangled in their’s. Emmet’s head is nestled between my bosom and he takes my nipples between his lips and swirls around his tongue, making me squirm and twitch as his hands massage my breasts. Jake doesn’t try to pry me away or push Emmet, instead he lowers himself to my thighs and pulls my panties until they’re bunched at my bent knees. He settles his head between my legs and before I can ready myself licks from the bottom of my sex to the top, pressing extra hard against my clit and making me cry out in pleasure. It’s a brand new sensation to me, and as Jake buries his tongue and licks me inside out my hips buckle in response.

  Instead of jealousy or anger, Emmet becomes more aroused the more I move beneath him. He nibbles softly on my nipple while stroking his own cock, and I reach for it. It’s thick and hard and twitches beneath my touch. His mouth moans around my breast as I pump his rod, increasing in speed as Jake licks me faster.

  I peek down, and at the sight of Emmet’s mouth sucking on my breast and Jake’s head at my thighs I find release a lot sooner than expected. I cry louder than I ever have before, one hand dropping Emmet’s member and grabbing onto his hair as the other pushes Jake’s mouth further against my essence. He softens his licks at I ride my orgasm to completion, twisting and writhing as both brothers hold onto my body.

  It finally ends and I relax, but Jake’s devious eyes sparkle as he climbs over me. Emmet backs up and makes room, panting hard himself.

  “Your pussy tastes amazing.” He says and kisses me. My sour juices drop onto my lips and I swallow them. Jake growls against my mouth, pressing his palm against my drenched clit. It makes me twitch again and rub myself on his hand.

  “I’ve never felt that before.” I admit. Jake twirls my hair and laughs.

  “Get used to it.” He nibbles my ear before scooting over when Emmet presses his lean, muscular body against mine. I grab his member hanging between us and pull it towards my entrance. Emmet moves on top of me, and shoots Jake a raised eyebrow. I ready myself, fearing he’ll think I don’t want him equally or complain about being put second, but he shrugs.

  “Technically you saw her first.” He says, and as I press my hand against Emmet’s cheek I remember how strong his arms were when he protected me from that perverted stranger at the restaurant months ago.

  “I’ve never done this before.” I say before I could convince myself to keep quiet. “Even though I’m on the pill and I’ve read stories, I’ve always wanted to wait.” My insecurities and fears melt as both Emmet and Jake take my hands and kiss the inside of my palm.

  “It’s worth waiting.” Emmet promises me. He’s gentle at first, guiding his member to my entrance and slowly caressing it. His tip slides in with ease, and
Emmet’s hand grabs my ass and readies himself. Jake’s mouth finds mine as Emmet pushes inside, and I scream against it. I cry until Emmet’s as far inside me as he can be, and moan when he starts sliding in and out.

  Jake and I kiss as Emmet and I make love. They each fondle a breast and pleasure me until a warmth so strong and powerful rips through my body once again and I dissolve in their arms. It’s not what I had imagined at all, and I realize I never could have imagined a love quite like this.

  With Emmet inside and Jake besides me, I feel complete. Like this was the true fairy tale romance I’ve been waiting for. But there’s still one thing left, and it seems Jake agrees. Emmet slides out, barely reacting to the spot of blood on him as he wipes it off, and trades places with Jake, who’s cock might be the same size but feels different somehow. Not better, nor worse, but it’s different in the same way that everything else about Jake and Emmet are different.

  And like everything else in his life, Jake is aggressive. He flips me over, his muscles bulging as they grab my hips and pulls my ass into the air. Emmet sits in front of me, his erection prodding close to my lips and out of curiosity I taste it, recognizing the same sour taste that was on Jake’s lips before.

  My mouth closes around Emmet’s arousal just as Jake slips inside of me. He’s fast and rough, and my head bobs up and down on Emmet’s as Jake fucks me hard from behind.

  The twins share me in different ways until they both reach their release at the same time. Emmet fills my mouth, grabbing the top of my head as he cries and arches his hips. Jake buckles behind me and I feel every twitch that pours his manhood into me.

  We all collapse onto the bed together, exhausted, happy, in love. The twins are mine, and I’m their’s, and there’s enough space in the future for the three of us.

  “Merry Fucking Christmas.” Jake croaks. Emmet and I chuckle before he reaches to the nightstand and pulls out an envelope from the drawer.

  “Speaking of Christmas, here’s your actual present.” Emmet says. I open it to find three airline tickets leaving for France the day after Christmas. I try to be angry, but surprised tears form against my will and it’s hard to keep my voice even.

  “I thought we went over this.”

  “Yeah, yeah. No hand-outs.” Jake rolls his eyes. “Remy, let us spoil you just this once. It’s not every day that we find something that we agree on.”

  “It’s a miracle Jake even agreed to share.” Emmet adds.

  “Paris? With the two of you?” I turn to Jake and remember our conversation nearly two months ago, about my dreams of traveling.

  “And everywhere else.” He mentions, reading my thoughts.

  The tickets drop to the floor as I kiss each of them passionately.

  “Merry Christmas.” I say to the both of them.

  “We’re going to be late!” Jake yells from the stall of a bathroom as I fix my hair. Emmet left to grab snacks for the flight, and Jake snuck me into an empty restroom for a quick make out, despite me calling him childish and irresponsible.

  “You’re the one taking a piss. I’m just fixing my smudged eyeliner.” I argue. We meet Emmet at the terminal just as they’re calling for our section. I hold my ticket close to my chest, staring widely at the giant plane on the other side of the gate.

  “There’s nothing to be worried about.” Emmet says when he notices my sweaty palms. “First time on a plane is always the scariest, but it’s never anything more than a few bumps here and there.”

  Jake makes fun of me instead, asking who the child is now.

  We wait in a long line until we find our seats, and I quickly excuse myself to the tiny restroom in the back. My hips touch the closed door and I pour water on my face. When I woke up Halloween morning I was almost convinced my romantic dreams were just that, dreams. But here I am now, with two brothers taking me to the most romantic city in the world.

  I return to them and take the middle seat. Jake puts on headphones and stares out the window while Emmet smiles kindly at an old couple to our right. Shortly afterwards, the plane’s engine roars to life, and we start moving.

  My heart leaps as we take off, grabbing both of their hands and holding them firmly in the center of my lap.

  Two Hard

  She felt his hands on her thighs, slowly moving upwards higher and higher still. She felt another hand on her other thigh, and she smiled to herself knowingly. It was always this way with them; they both were eager to touch her and she loved having two sets of hands on her. She felt them move higher now and the first set of fingers slipped into the wet heat of her, apparent as he slid his two fingers in and out and back in again. She bucked her hips slowly, riding his fingers as the other set of hands slipped further back, rubbing her other entrance gently. He always wanted more of her, wanted to push her limits. She kept moving, coming down harder onto the fingers inside her, feeling the end of a finger in her backdoor. He always started this way, just enough to make sure she felt him there before he did anything more.

  She moved to her knees now. She had one in front of her and the other in behind her. The man behind her, still nudged a little more, pressing the finger into her another half inch, causing her to moan. He pushed her forward slightly, and she grabbed the broad shoulders of the man in front of her, who still fingered her wetness, this time using three digits.

  She grinded down on both hands, feeling the back finger slip into her fully, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Moving her body up and then down she sloppily fucked both sets of fingers, urging them onward, taking everything they wanted to give. She glanced down at them, both lost in her actions. Her massive 44DD breasts were bouncing and swaying with every frenzied movement she made, the fat puffy nipples now harder and darker than they were normally. She reached up, grabbing a hard nub in both hands, which only pushed her further.

  She wanted to cum, hard and fast, but they wanted to play, pausing and playing with her until she was frantically slamming her hips down on their fingers. It was too much now, and she felt the man in the back move slightly, and she knew what was coming. He replaced his finger with something bigger, thicker, and as he pushed into her, she whimpered slightly, the size almost too much. He pulled out and pushed back in until soon she was full of him in her tight backdoor.

  He moved slowly at first, and soon he was jerking in and then out in quick motions, the tightness almost too intense for him. She looked up and the man in her front smiled at her as he used his thumb to rub the tiny nub of her womanhood. She moaned loudly as she felt the first stirrings begin again; this time she wanted it more than ever. She was coming down hard on him, using him to make herself cum and as she did, the wave hit her hard, causing her body to shudder over and over, pushing the man in the back into pulling out and finding his own release.

  As he finished, she smiled to herself, proud of her efforts. She was still smiling when the man in the front pushed her down on her back roughly and slammed his manhood into her full and hard. She inhaled sharply as he pounded into her harder and harder, with no thought to her. She wasn’t sure if it thrilled her to have him use her body as a vessel, or if she was thrilled because he slammed into her over and over with no sense of softness in his actions.

  He used her, until he was finished, kissing a trail of kisses down the length of her body as he stood before cleaning himself up. As always, the two men held out a hand to her and helped her stand, both working together to clean her up, and giving her gentle kisses.

  She smiled at them both as she redressed, and casually made her way out of the private room. They were the exception to the rule, they were the only ones, and she liked it that way.

  Lyla Montgomery wasn’t your ordinary girl. In fact, she was far from ordinary in any way, shape or form. At 21 she was barely making it, and yet deep down she was still ready to take on the world. She was never herself, not her true self anyway. Sally Mae, her birth name, had been replaced years ago by something more interesting. Lila seemed to be a good fit for her then; she and he
r mother had picked a new name for her, for a new life. Even now Lyla seemed like a name a regular girl would have, but she was never a regular girl. She was 5’6, taller than a lot of girls, but she had a flared hip, and a curvy figure without being too big. Her black hair fell in curls down her shoulders, and it contrasted to the soft paleness of her skin. The look was completed by a set of piercing blue eyes, and freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose.

  Performing had its unusual way of presenting situations that could help keep her lifestyle the way she liked it. Even now glancing up at the tall building covered in black where she worked most nights, she smiled; she really did love when the two of them came to see her. It was rare these days -- only once every few months, but when they did she always enjoyed them. Separate they were just ordinary men, but together they seemed to bring life to her body that no one else had ever done. She pulled up the neck of her jacket, convinced that the cold air was good for her as she made her way home.

  Home, even that was a word that was foreign to her. Ever since she turned 5 she and her mother had struggled, moving one place to another and never quite getting it together. One home after another, they saved and pinched every penny just trying to stay alive. Now, as an adult, Lyla had finally landed a job 6 months ago, though stripping wasn’t exactly the position she thought she would find herself in when she daydreamed as a child. She and her mother still lived in a one-bedroom apartment, in the bad area of town. Though lately, her mother had spent most of her time with a boyfriend she had managed to snag a few months back.

  Being alone was hard, but it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Her mother often found new boyfriends and she would leave Lyla alone in a hotel, going off to enjoy her still youthful life. At the age of 36 she was young and still looking to find a man to love her just the way she is. Lyla, on the other hand, wanted nothing of that nature. She would rather do it all herself.

  So, when she had been approached by a man in a black suit 6 months ago, she took his card, never really expecting to call him. One night, bored, she did and since then she had been a hit. Reggie was a good boss, and he allowed her to keep a larger chunk of her money than some of the other girls. He taught her everything she needed to know about dancing, and how to appeal to men. She had been inexperienced in seduction, but she had been a quick study. Dancing came as second nature to her, the easy way she moved her supple body made men crazy and she loved the affect she had on them. There was a sense of power that came over her and she loved that feeling. Even though it was enough to keep them afloat the real money hadn’t started coming in until she met them.