After they’d eaten they all moved to the sofa and the two men sat together, pulling her across both their laps. “So, do you want to talk about it, do you want us to go home, or can we fuck your brains out?” asked Glenn.
“Or maybe all three, though not in that order,” added Morgan.
“It’s about Berisford Village and Jeremiah J. Curlin, but if he gets wind of it, he’s sure to bankrupt me and the company and likely everyone else he thinks is connected to it as well.”
“Actually, I’d believe that. I’ve heard he’s a mighty tough son of a bitch and not beyond playing unfair,” said Morgan.
“Really? All I knew about him until today was that he was mean about paying his employees.” Xonra stopped to think. “There was one remark he made about women over forty being useless. What was it he said?” She thought hard. “‘They’re not fertile.’ Which I ignored at the time, but now it’s kind of interesting. Especially if he planned to marry the Chloes off to the Jakes. Hmm. Here, let me start at the beginning.”
Xonra told them about Chloe and Ernie. As she spoke she watched Morgan’s face get red with anger and his hands ball into fists. Glenn was breathing heavily and his nose was pinched in anger.
“Slavery, polygamy, child brides. It sounds like a fucking cult. When’s the meeting with him and the CEO you were told about before this drama broke?” asked Morgan.
“Friday. Not really long enough for the police or whoever to do much.”
“No, but it’ll be mighty interesting to see why Curlin called the meeting. It’s obviously something very important to him.”
The men worked hard to control their disgust at Curlin as they talked for a while, until the discussion started to go round and round in circles.
“Enough. Bedtime. Let us cuddle you, love you, soothe you and make you feel relaxed and good,” said Glenn.
“Sounds excellent,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss first him, then Morgan.
Within the next ten seconds any plans for slow and gentle were replaced by the need for sex urgently. Fast, hard and hot.
The two cocks underneath her butt and thighs had grown to long, hard ridges and deliberately she dragged her ass cheeks across them as she kissed the men again. Then again, this time scraping her breasts across their chests.
“Hold her arms,” gasped Morgan as he slid out from underneath her to kick off his shoes and shuck his jeans, stopping only long enough to grab a condom from the pocket. The condom he placed on the arm of the sofa, while his t-shirt and underwear went sailing through the air.
Naked, he kneeled and took of her shoes and socks, then reached around her belly to unzip her jeans and slide them down her legs.
All this time Glenn was nuzzling her face and neck, pressing light kisses across her eyelids, her brows, her cheekbones.
Xonra had been gripping Glenn’s shoulders for balance. Now she let go long enough to unbutton her shirt, guessing that it would be ripped otherwise. She shrugged it off her shoulders, let the sleeves fall off her hands, then slid her hands under Glenn’s t-shirt and across his hard, warm, muscular chest. “Hmmm,” she murmured, loving the feel of him, loving Morgan’s hand on her back as he unsnapped her bra.
Xonra gently tweaked Glenn’s nipples before letting her fingers trail down to his jeans, unbuttoning them so she could sink even lower and grasp his cock. Damn, it felt good. Already a tiny drop of moisture was in the eye and she smoothed it over his head as she held him.
Morgan sat back on the sofa, his legs wide apart, latex sheathing his cock, and nodded to Glenn. Glenn lifted Xonra, Morgan pulled her panties off, and Glenn lowered her over Morgan so Morgan could guide his cock deep into her pussy as she sank down on him.
“Mmm,” she murmured as his cock pushed against the walls of her channel, filling her, stretching her, feeling so very good.
“Mmm indeed,” agreed Morgan, thrusting high and hard inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he raised and lowered her, using his arms and his legs.
Glenn stood behind her, his hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples, teasing the globes, his head resting on hers and his hard-muscled body pressing against her back.
“Around you two I never seem to be able to go slow,” groaned Morgan ruefully, thrusting up harder and higher, his muscles working, sweat sheening his body.
He looked like some kind of blond god, his pale blue gaze focused on her face, his big arms moving her hips, his chest rising and falling with his every breath.
Xonra teased his nipples, tugged lightly on his chest hair, grasped his shoulders, rising and falling with him.
From the look on his face he was very close to coming, likely holding off, waiting for her to peak first. So very considerate, always putting her pleasure ahead of his. This time she would pleasure him. With a wicked twist of her hips, she dragged his cock along her walls, squeezing her internal muscles as hard as she could.
Morgan yelled her name, his cock exploding inside her, his cum so hot she felt it heat her despite the condom. He thrust once, twice more, then leaned down and pinched her clit, his tongue sliding into her mouth at the same time. Glenn tweaked her nipples too, and she came, milking Morgan’s cock, her body shaking between the two big male bodies pressing against her.
Her cunt was still rippling with aftershocks when she was lifted and turned as Morgan and Glenn moved smoothly beneath her and Morgan’s cock was replaced with Glenn’s. He was hard and engorged, stretching her even wider than Morgan had, as he powered into her sensitive cunt, one arm wrapped right around her body, the other hand pressed against her clit, a finger flicking it in time to every stroke of his cock.
Morgan turned her head to him and continued to fuck her mouth in time with Glenn’s strokes, the multiple stimulation causing another orgasm to rise inside her very quickly.
Glenn’s hard, muscular thighs were lifting both of them up and down at a fast and furious pace, Morgan’s tongue keeping the beat in her mouth. Xonra felt her body tensing, rising, ready to explode again.
Glenn’s body was so much broader than Morgan’s and he was even harder and more muscled, the liquid chocolate of his eyes melting her body as she watched him power into her with her peripheral vision.
“Now!” demanded Glenn, pinching her clit.
Morgan swallowed her cry as her body exploded with the force of a second orgasm following so quickly after the first. Xonra sagged in Glenn’s arms as he pumped inside her, filling his condom with hot seed. Her pussy continued to clench him and milk him, but she was way beyond doing anything to help, simply hanging on for the ride. She felt like a limp noodle after two such fast, furious climaxes.
She leaned against Glenn’s chest, gasping for air, aware that he was coated in sweat too, including at the sexy edges of his hair where it was white instead of dark.
Moments later Morgan lifted her off Glenn’s lap. “Time for a shower, sweetie. The water’s nice and hot.”
“I don’t think I can stand. I may never be able to stand again.”
“Not a problem. I’ve got you.”
Morgan propped her against the tiled wall while he washed her front. By then Glenn had joined them and held her, while together they washed the rest of her, even shampooing her hair with her favorite peach-scented foam.
“Remind me to bring our own shampoo next time we come,” joked Glenn.
“Hell yeah. The guys at work will never let us live this down!”
They wrapped her in a fluffy towel and pulled her back into their joined arms.
“I have no idea what will happen at your work about Curlin. But know this. We will support you in everything you decide to do,” said Glenn firmly.
“Absolutely,” agreed Morgan.
* * * * *
The days until Friday seemed alternately to speed by and to drag. Xonra spent several hours staring at her brochures of Berisford Village and the Berisford Grande Hotel, and noting down the things that had struck her as odd. But really they were minor and innocuous
and no court of law would consider her anything more than a troublemaker for mentioning them.
She consoled herself by wearing her most professional suit, and sifting through her large collection of nail-polish bottles before deciding on deep blue to match her suit, covered with silver glitter to give her courage.
Xonra, Moss and the other two vice presidents summoned to the meeting were in the conference room five minutes early, standing in a corner, quietly wondering what the meeting would be about. It seemed no one had any more of an idea about what the “big announcement” would be than Xonra did.
They heard Mr. Curlin’s voice as he and the CEO approached the conference room. The CEO was mouthing platitudes as Mr. Curlin spoke over the top of him, “You’ll want to join with me on this project, Paul. If we can’t push the price up to close to a billion dollars, your people won’t have done their job properly.”
Xonra struggled not to let her jaw drop. A billion dollars! Even allowing for exaggeration that was twice the size of any project she’d been involved in up until now. She flicked her eyes to the side. Moss’ face was, as usual on such occasions, quite blank, but he was swallowing so she knew he was struggling to assimilate the huge number too.
CEO Paul Smithers took his seat at the head of the large, polished teak table with Jeremiah J. Curlin on his right, and the others settled themselves around the sides. Xonra made sure she was on the opposite side of the table to Mr. Curlin so she could see his face properly.
“Is it okay if we video this meeting, Jeremiah, so my people can make sure they complete all their tasks afterward?” asked Paul.
“Yes, yes, let’s just get moving on this. There’s been too much time wasted already.”
Xonra saw the CEO’s lips thin but the tone of his voice didn’t change. “Why don’t you explain your plans to these good people then, Jeremiah, and we can start designing the project to bring them to fulfillment.”
Mr. Curlin stood and rocked back on his heels, his hands in his suit pants pockets, and his belly suddenly looking quite a lot larger than it did when he stood straight. The benefits of an expensive tailor all wasted, thought Xonra.
“As you all know I own Berisford Village, the five-star Berisford Grande Hotel and the forty acres they sit on, along with the mining rights to Big Hill Mine and all the cottage industries that operate throughout the village. It’s a tourist mecca. I also have contracts with most of the film companies to make westerns and historical movies using my people and my buildings, my land, my horses, for their productions. It’s a big business, ladies and gentleman. A very big business.”
Around the table people were nodding. This was all very impressive but it wasn’t news. Everyone in the room knew these things. It was also exaggerated. It was thirty acres, not forty, a four-star hotel, not five-star, and he had contracts with two movie production companies, not “most” of them.
“I’m not getting any younger, ladies and gentlemen, none of us is. It’s time for me to retire so I’m going to sell it all, lock, stock and barrel. That’s where you people come in. I expect it to go to a big overseas consortium, maybe to an Arab oil-rich nation, maybe to an Asian power. They’re the folks with a billion in cash lying around waiting to invest it. Yup. That’s the asking price. A flat one billion dollars.”
Mr. Curlin sat down again, a broad smile on his face as the CEO asked for questions. After a flurry of business, legal and financial questions, there was silence. Xonra asked, “When you say lock, stock and barrel, do you mean all the people who currently work for you will be part of the sale? They’ll remain part of the village, working for the new owners?”
“Well there’s always one or two who refuse to accept change, but the vast majority will, yes.”
“I’m glad you mentioned that, Xonra. I was wondering about the families who live in the old mine and work for no salary at all. The women and children. Will they continue to live there and not be paid? Many people would consider that to be effectively slave labor.” The CEO stared at Mr. Curlin.
“What nonsense is this, Paul? Who’s been telling you lies? Their salaries are paid into a bank account every month.”
Several tall men in gray suits stood in the doorway to the conference room. Behind them were half a dozen brawny individuals in security-guard uniforms.
One of the gray-suited men spoke. “Jacob Nile, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Well, sir, it’s true money is paid into a bank account each month but it appears the only person who can withdraw that money is you, yourself.”
“A misunderstanding.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m a very wealthy man. It’ll be easy to sort this little problem out. Call my attorney.”
“Unfortunately, sir, if by your attorney you mean your brother-in-law, he’s resigned. When your wife heard about your second wife and your two other children to a sixteen-year-old girl, he no longer wished to be in your employ. I believe he’s arranging divorce proceedings on behalf of your first wife, his sister.”
“Lies. She’s a slut. Those children aren’t mine.”
“Well, sir, DNA testing will sort that out. Now if you’d mind accompanying us downtown. We’d like to talk to you about allegations of bigamy, child slavery, child endangerment, misappropriation of funds—”
Mr. Curlin didn’t wait for Jacob Nile to finish speaking. He began to argue and expostulate, so the security guards entered the room and ranged themselves around him. Finally he agreed to leave the meeting, still arguing that it was all a mistake.
For a moment there was total silence around the table then the vice president for Finance jumped up and said, “I must make sure accounts for everything he owes us have been sent.”
“Hell, yes, me too,” said Moss, following him out of the room.
The CEO grinned and said, “I believe the meeting is concluded. Turn off the video now, George.”
* * * * *
That night, tucked tightly between her men in bed, Xonra told them about the meeting.
“It’ll likely drag through the courts for years. The man is loaded with money and plenty of lawyers will be willing to have him as a client,” warned Glenn.
“Yeah, but the families will be freed and there’ll likely be a class action to recover what they’re owed. I bet the workers at the village will get a decent pay rise too,” said Morgan.
“Then there’s his first wife, who’ll be out for his blood, and her brother the attorney will know a lot of his secrets,” add Xonra.
“All in all, a satisfactory outcome,” said Morgan.
“Now what about a satisfactory outcome for us. When are you going to move into our apartment so we can become a threesome?” asked Glenn.
“What?”
Morgan kicked Glenn. “Idiot. You’re supposed to say, ‘Xonra, we love you very much. Please move in with us and make us the happiest of men’.”
“Xonra, we love you very much. Please move in with us and make us the happiest of men,” parroted Glenn. Then he kissed her and said, “I do mean that. Love us, please.”
“I love you both too,” she replied, kissing them both. Then the three mouths came together for a messy, sloppy but oh so satisfying three-way kiss.
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