Bought By Two_MMF Bisexual Romance
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My skin is burning hot now, and I can feel my pussy clenching around nothing, my juices soaking my panties and probably spreading through to my dress. I’ve never talked to anyone like this, and I’ve definitely never imagined saying anything like that to Bennett and Sam.
Bennett sneaks a glance over at Sam, but then quickly turns his eyes back to me.
“Those are very dirty thoughts, fox,” he growls. “I think you might need a spanking to teach you to mind your thoughts.”
I swallow, but there’s a playful note in Bennett’s voice.
“I’m not sure a spanking will help,” I say innocently. “I’m just naturally very dirty.”
“Hmm, I see that.”
He grabs me by the waist so quickly that I barely have time to realize what’s happening. Suddenly I’m face down on the table, my legs still hanging over the edge. My ass up in the air.
The perfect position for …
I gasp. He really meant it.
I take a deep breath. Somehow I know they won’t do anything more than I can handle — and since they let me push them, it’s only fair that I let them do the same for me.
I feel one of them push the skirt of my black dress up. I’m still wearing my panties, but they’re a thong, and I know my ass cheeks will be bare to the men. They can probably see a fair bit of my soaked pussy too, for that matter.
My cheeks color and I try to tell myself it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. Somehow, though, being here in the private room at Orchid, in the room where Bennett had said you could be anything you want, it feels different.
It feels like we’re on the edge of something. Something big. Something that will change us.
I try to steady my breath and just as I’m telling myself that everything will be fine, I feel the first crack.
Ow! Jesus, that hurt. It wasn’t even an instrument, just someone’s hand, but damn, they didn’t go easy. I try to breathe against the shock of it — my ass tingles now in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant.
It isn’t unpleasant at all, actually.
The sting turns into something far more erotic, especially when one of them rubs a palm across the tingling, hot skin of my ass. I moan, my face pressed against the table. I wiggle my ass at them. I want more.
And they know what I want. Another crack comes almost immediately, and then, before I can catch my breath, another one, this time on the other side. I think they’re taking turns now, each smacking me on a different cheek.
I whimper again, trying to claw my nails into the wood of the table. Someone’s fingers run along my tailbone, and then I feel my thong being yanked down. If I wasn’t exposed before, I definitely am now.
My panties stay wrenched around my thighs as the men continue spanking me. They still take turns, but not evenly, so I never know which side the crack is going to come from.
I squirm against the table. My pussy is so soaked from their treatment — all I want right now is for one of them to sink their cock into me. I lift my ass higher, trying to tempt them with my wetness.
Instead, I get a slap that falls across my pussy lips. I gasp again. The shock of it draws the breath right from my lungs, and sends a pulse of fire to my clit.
“Maybe that will cure you of your dirty thoughts.” Bennett’s voice cuts through the darkness. I feel fingers — his, presumably — stroking over my lips, smoothing the sting away. I shimmy my ass back towards his hand, wanting more of his touch. Wanting his fingers inside me.
“I think she’s cured now, wouldn’t you say, Sam?” Bennett teases.
“I think she probably still needs a good fucking, but yeah … she’s on the road to recovery.” I can almost see them exchanging a grin.
Gentle hands help me up off the table. My panties still bind my thighs together, but Sam helps me kick them off before leading me over to the bed. The sheets smell fresh, and I can only assume that, like at a hotel, they’re changed between guests.
Bennett follows behind us, already stripping off his shirt. I crawl onto the bed and turn around to face these two hungry men. They’re looking at me like they’re ready to devour me — and trust me, I’m ready to let them. I never thought I’d enjoy spanking but that little session left me wet and aching for them.
I spread my legs apart, letting them see just how wet I am. Then I pat the bed on either side of me, beckoning them to join me. They hurry over to the bed, one on each side.
I lean over to kiss Bennett first. His mouth is hungry, his kiss ferocious. His tongue forces it’s way into my mouth, his hand winding through my hair. While he kisses me, I let my hand trail up Sam’s thigh, finding his huge bulge and running my palm over it. I feel him shift on the bed, as he leans back, resting his weight on his hands.
I finally pull away from Bennett and lean over to Sam. He grins at me, and I reach over for his belt, nimbly undoing it and then easing his zipper down. He helps me shift his pants and underwear down over his hips, freeing his huge cock. It bobs up towards his stomach, and I lick my lips. His dick is so hard, the thick veins that run through it throbbing as his blood pulses.
I lean over slowly and part my lips. I run my tongue softly around the tip, savoring my first sweet taste. Sam groans as I tease the head of his cock, flicking it across his tiny slit and then running it over the ridge. I pop the whole head in the mouth next, sucking it like a lollipop and making him groan even more.
I pull back just long enough to look at Bennett. He’s watching me intently, his eyes focused on Sam’s huge cock. He shifts in his seat, and, as I watch, he licks his lips.
That’s when I know.
I put my hand gently against the back of his neck. Just the slightest pressure, pushing him downwards.
He starts to move, but then hesitates. He looks up at me. There’s something desperate in his eyes — alarmed, then questioning, then aroused.
“You can be anyone you want in here,” I tell him softly, repeating what he told me earlier. “Anyone at all.”
For a moment, no one moves. Sam swallows thickly. Bennett’s eyes search mine, but I just smile. I just smile and then, finally, he starts to lower his head.
Chapter 19
Bennett
My heart is thudding in my chest. Am I seriously going to do this? I look at Lila — at her beautiful face, her sparkling lust-filled eyes, her softly smiling lips. I think about all the things she said earlier, about picturing Sam and I together. Somehow knowing it turned her on made it easier to stomach.
And I think about her words just now … you can be anyone you want in here. Is this who I want to be?
Fuck if I know.
I can’t look at Sam, but I can hear his deep breaths coming from Lila’s other side. I look only at Lila, at her deep green eyes. Then I sneak a quick glance down at Sam’s cock.
Lila still has her hand wrapped around the base, but the rest of it strains above her small hand. It’s a big dick — mine’s bigger, of course — but still pretty substantial. Way too big to fit in my mouth.
I shake my head lightly. Why am I even thinking about this? No way am I going to do this.
But Lila’s hand is still on the back of my neck. The pressure is just enough to remind me of what she’s suggesting, but not enough to push me into anything.
I lick my lips again and try to imagine what his cock would taste like. I can’t say I’ve never been curious — every guy on the planet’s wondered what it would be like to suck his own cock, after all. So maybe Sam would just be an extension of that.
I look at it again — the throbbing purple head, the thick vein, the glistening dot of precum at the slit. Oh Jesus. That dot of moisture seems to wink at me, taunting me. Begging me to lick it away.
I take one more look at Lila. She’s smiling so sweetly. I take a deep breath, and then I do it.
I lean forward. Both Lila and Sam shift, almost imperceptibly, making room for me to lean across her lap and into Sam’s. I don’t touch him yet, but my face is inches from his thick cock.
I take another deep breath, and then I reach my tongue out and run it across the tip of Sam’s cock. He groans immediately. The sound turns me on — Sam groaning. I want to make him do it again. I run my tongue over him again, licking up the bead of moisture, teasing the tip, the way I’ve always liked women to do for me. Sam groans again. The sound is fucking music to my ears.
Lila finally moves her hand away from the back of my neck. She runs her fingers through my hair and then back down along my back. She moves her hand around to my front, cupping my bulge. I can’t hold back a groan of my own. My cock is straining so hard now it’s almost painful.
Sam shifts his hips slightly, drawing my attention back to him. His cock is throbbing still, pulsing. I move Lila’s hand out of the way and grab it by the base, stroking him a few times, the same way I do when I jerk myself off.
I run my tongue along the head again, and then slowly take him into my mouth. My lips are stretched wide around his girth — how does Lila do it? I flatten my tongue, trying to make more room, and then slowly pull him deeper into my mouth. There’s so much of him, though, that even when it feels like he’s going to bump against the back of my throat, I still can’t get the whole thing in.
I slowly start bobbing my head up and down, the way women have done to me. Sam is groaning still, his breath coming in short pants now, his thigh muscles flexing under my forearm. His hands move to my hair, pushing my head further down onto his cock. Into his groin.
Rather than pissing me off, the action turns me on even more. He uses his hands in my hair to guide my head, setting a faster pace. I’m really bobbing up and down on him now. I can taste the salty musky flavor of the pre-cum that comes from his tip.
“Oh, shit, Bennett,” Sam growls. His hips are bucking up towards my face now, almost grinding against me. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
He’s giving me one chance to pull back, but I already know I’m not going to. Instead I squeeze the base of his dick tighter, increase the suction in my mouth, and pull the orgasm out of him.
Sam explodes into my mouth, filling me with his spent excitement. It’s shocking the amount of it that comes out of him, but I force myself to keep swallowing. It’s salty and strong but not unpleasant, and the way Sam is moaning as his hips buck against my face is worth it. I suck out every last drop, until he’s practically whimpering.
I finally pull away and sit back up. Well, shit.
Sam looks stunned, but Lila’s eyes gleam with arousal.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she breathes. “Holy fuck.”
I have to chuckle at the awed expression on her face. But my laughter fades away into something else when she pushes me backwards down onto the bed.
“I have to fuck you. Now.” She’s already stripping off her dress, clawing at her bra, baring herself to me. She straddles my hips, then slides my belt off and yanks my pants down over my hips.
My cock is still aching, and I get a small measure of relief when she frees it from the confines of my boxer briefs, but the second she wraps her hand around the base, I almost come.
“I’m not going to last long,” I pant.
Lila has a wicked smile. “That’s okay — neither am I.”
She wriggles his hips, rubbing my cock with her pussy lips and lubing me up with her sweet nectar. I grab her hips, holding her up just enough that she can line me up at her entrance, and then I guide her hips back down.
She sighs as she sinks down on me, but I already feel the edges of my orgasm creeping into my muscles.
“Fuck,” I breathe. Lila bucks her hips against me, bobbing up and down on my cock. Her fingers slip between her legs and she turns tight little circles around her swollen clit. Her head goes back, her bright red hair streaming down over her shoulders as she bounces on my cock.
Sam comes up behind her, straddling my thighs just behind Lila. It feels strange to have him there while I’m fucking her, but no stranger than anything else I’ve done tonight.
He reaches his hands around her and grabs her tits. He pinches her nipples, twisting and flicking them while she rides me. It’s hot, watching both of them.
Fuck. I grab Lila’s hips and plow my cock into her. The orgasm hits me ferociously, twisting all my insides and tensing my muscles so hard I think they might shatter.
I explode into Lila, just as her body starts to rock on top of me. Sam holds her up as the violent orgasm takes over her body. Her pussy clenches me tightly and I unload everything I have into her tight wet heat.
Lila’s eyes flutter. For a second, I think she might pass out, but then she slumps backwards against Sam. He holds her protectively in his arms, tight against his bare chest, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. I gaze up at the two of them, surprised I don’t feel more jealous of their tenderness, but somehow it doesn’t bother me. Especially not after everything else that just happened.
I take a minute to catch my breath. I’m not capable of forming words just yet, and I’m not sure what I would say even if I could.
I could never have predicted tonight. I hate Sam. Hated him? Yet being with him and Lila is the best sex I’ve ever had. God help me, I want more of it. Lots more.
When Lila’s breath has finally returned, she turns and plants a kiss on Sam. I watch as their tongue tangle, as her rosy nipples start to peak again. God damn.
After a minute, she breaks off the kiss and then leans forward, kissing me in the same way. My hands slide around her naked back, stroking her tired muscles.
The way she squirms against me is starting to make my dick hard again, and I moan against her mouth. I look up at Sam, poised behind her, and can tell that he’s ready to go again too.
Seeing him there behind her, with my cock still nestled in her pussy, gives me an idea of how we can fuck her together. Not tonight — she’ll need to work up to it — but soon. After all, she did promise to give me her ass.
Lila gazes down at me. There’s a funny look on her face.
“What are you smiling about?” she asks.
“Oh, just thinking of all the things we can do together,” I tell her with a grin. Her face breaks into a smile.
“Good. Can we start right now?”
I chuckle. Sam already has his cock in his hand and he grins too.
“Oh yes. I think that can be arranged.”
We spend another couple of hours at the club, with Sam and I taking turns fucking Lila and going down on her. Eventually she’s had so many orgasms that she begs us to take her home to let her sleep.
I gaze down at her tousled hair, her battered exhausted body, at the completely sated smile on her face, and grin to myself.
I hope she realizes we’re only getting started.
Chapter 20
Sam
“City Commissioner on line two, Mr. Baines.”
“Thank you, Carol,” I say to my assistant. “Put him through, please.”
Anxiety runs through me. I know they were planning to announce the winners of the development bid this week, and if Carl Dekker is calling me today, no doubt that’s what it’s about.
I clear my throat and then pick up the phone. “Carl — Sam here. Good to hear from you.”
“Hey, Sam.” Carl Dekker and I go back years, back when he was just a councilman and we worked together to bring a big shopping complex to his district.
“I take it if you’re calling me, that means you’ve got news.”
He sighs. Shit.
“I do,” he says finally. “And I’m afraid it’s not good. At least not for you.”
Double shit. I grit my teeth.
“Just tell me you aren’t giving the project to Winning Bid. Anyone but them.” Winning Bid is Bennett’s company — that fucker was actually arrogant enough to name his development company Winning Bid.
“Sorry, Sam,” Carl says. He really does sound sorry. “No one can ever beat them on price.”
Figures. Bennett undercut every development company in the city — he’d been doing it for years. That was how he’d built his company as big as he had — taking losses for years and making sure no one else could compete. It’s just one of the many reasons I hate him.
Hated him?
Things between Bennett and I are confusing right now, to say the least. Something about Lila was drawing us closer together, but I’m still not entirely convinced that’s a good thing. Still, I can’t deny that the blowjob he’d given me at Orchid the other day was the hottest I’d ever gotten in my life.
Of course, I’m not about to unload all that on to the City Commissioner.
I sigh into the phone. “You know what he’s doing, right?” I say to Carl instead. “He’s driving out the competition. When no other firm can compete, he’s going to jack up his prices. You’ll be taking it up the ass from Bennett McCardiff in no time, I guarantee.”
My choice of words brings an immediate flush to my skin. Fuck. Why did I have to say that?
“My hands are tied,” Dekker says. “You know the rules on these tenders. We have to score everything by the book, and unfortunately, cost is still king. You come in under budget, you’re going to win the contract. End of story.”
“Yeah, I know, I know.” And I do know. I’d been working with the city long enough to know they do at least try to maintain the appearance of fairness and transparency. In fact, Carl isn’t even supposed to be calling me now — I’m supposed to wait for the official notification with all the other vendors.
“Well, it’s your ass that’s going to get pounded,” I tell him. God, why can’t I let this analogy drop?
On the other end of the line, Dekker chuckles. “So be it. Won’t be the first time I’ve taken it up the ass from a contractor.”
“Better you than me.” Definitely better him than me. No way was I ever planning to bend over for Bennett McCardiff — not in the boardroom and definitely not in the bedroom.
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