by Ashlee Price
“It’s from the gentleman at the next table, ma’am,” I was told. I looked over.
I did a mental “Ugh”.
The guy looked like a real sleaze ball. You know the type, right?
Older, trying to look young by growing out his thinning hair, combing it over the bald patch, and tying it into a ponytail at the back of his head, his hair obviously dyed, clothes one size too small as if it would hold in the belly he was so desperately trying to suck in, the gold-plated jewelry aimed to impress but failing to do so, and the greasy smile! Hell no! I promptly waved the drink away, telling the waitron to say thank you, but no thank you. The lady was not interested.
I was back into the game again, landing a Jack and an ace, the perfect number, and hoping the house didn’t come up with a better hand, when I had another drink plopped down in front of me. Another cocktail, something minty by the smell of it. I once again waved it away, hoping the guy would get the message, and won the round. I felt proud of myself, for the hand, not the guy.
The cards were dealt again. I asked for a third, and landed with a total of ten points. I kid you not, but I felt this presence settle in beside me. You guessed it, Mr. Sleeze.
“Hi baby. Seems you doin’ alright” came the Texan drawl, although I had to wonder at the fakeness of it, as no Texans I had ever met had exaggerate their accent the way this guy did. I decided to ignore him. The idiot then proceeded to put an arm around me, and lay a fat, pudgy, sweaty palm on my thigh.
“Excuse me, please. Let me go.”
“Oh come on baby, a hot girl like you needs some lookin’ after!” He flashed me a toothy, over-white grin.
I needed looking after alright, but most definitely not by this sour-breathed wanna-be Texan with the fake tan, which I noticed on closer inspection; the inspection not of my own volition, but due to his close proximity. I tried shrugging out of his embrace and getting up, my game and winnings forgotten in the bid to get away from him, but he held me down, forcing me to sit next to him.
“Let me go!”
The dealer and other players, at this point, noticed what was going on, but, as is the want with people when they see something distasteful, looked away. The dealer, I have to mention, did nod in someone’s general direction. The next thing I knew, Mr. Sleaze was pulled to one side and smartly escorted outside, while Drew and Jace looked at me, a mixture of fury and concern on their faces.
“Did he hurt you, Mel?” Drew managed first.
“Want me to kick his ass to the ground?” it came from Jace.
‘No I’m fine, and no, leave him alone. It’s over. Thanks for saving me.”
“Yeah well, we got back and found you gone but saw your note and decided to come looking for you.”
“Mel,” Drew interjected before Jace could say more, “I suggest we go upstairs and have something to eat, okay? Pizza is going to get cold, and I hate cold pizza. And no, it’s not from room service but from a place down the road that makes the best damn pizza in this town.
Come on. Let’s go.”
And there I was, walking through the crowd, squired by two gorgeous guys, aware of the admiring or withering glances of many a female; the withers being in my direction, the admiring ones being aimed at my two companions. I smirked. A girl could get used to this kind of thing. I liked feeling their jealousy, after all, it’s not every day you have two males like these two paying attention to you, is it?
We got into Drew’s private elevator, but the next thing I knew, I was drawn into Drew’s arms and soundly kissed.
“Don’t do that when I am around! I don’t like it. Understand?”
Before I could answer, Jace had grabbed me from behind, one hand kneading my breast while Drew watched. “And that, babe, goes for me as well. Got it?” I felt his breath in my neck. It was hot and moist and minty.
Well now, what was a girl to do? I nodded silently, smiled to myself, and kept my mouth tightly shut.
Drew was right, the pizza was good. Damn good! The base was thin, the way I liked it, yet not hard at all, and the cheese and toppings were cooked to perfection. Yummy! I have to mention, the chardonnay we had with it hit the right spot as well. I was well satisfied. Almost. The taste of Drew and the smell of Jace in the escalator had wet my appetite for sex once more, and I wondered what they had in mind.
I excused myself, had a quick shower, and changed into a revealing negligée which I covered with a robe; a girl doesn’t want to be too obvious about these things, and joined them in the lounge area. The lights, I noticed, had been dimmed, and both were seated on the couch with a space open between them.
“I take it, Mel, you have made a decision? An irrevocable one? You are willing to be our toy for the next few days? To do with as we will, with your consent, of course?” Drew was lounging back, his pristine white shirt undone to the navel, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of abs and a light smattering of hair to be drooled over.
“Yes.”
My answer sounded timid, although my excitement was reaching its maximum level. I was both scared and worked up. I had come to Vegas for sex, to put it frankly, in an attempt to regain my confidence in my sexuality after the breakup of my marriage, and it would seem I had found a double dose of it. I was not complaining, and the idea of both of them taking me…well, it added the extra bit of spice I needed.
“Come here, Mel,” Drew patted the empty spot between him and Jace, “come sit down. But before you do, take off the robe and let us look at you.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips and undid the robe, allowing it to slip off my shoulders and puddle at my feet. I stood facing them in my transparent sexy little outfit.
”Now take off the panties underneath.”
I hooked my fingers around the elastic, pulled the small scrap of material down, and kicked it aside.
“Turn around, Mel,” Drew’s soothing voice commanded.
I did as he bid me.
“Now bend over, Mel, we want to see your ass.”
By this time, my sexual need had reached fever-pitch, but I said nothing, turned and bent over, as far as I could. I felt someone’s presence behind me. It was Jace.
“Stand still, babe. This won’t take long.”
I felt something shoving at my pussy and up my channel. I almost fell over.
“Keep the position, babe,”Jace’s honeyed voice purred, “this is only the beginning. Now, don’t move, and take it, you hear?”
The next moment, my pussy was empty, and Jace was forcing a large butt plug into my small puckered ass, driving it in, inch by inch. I grasped my ankles, and bit on my teeth. It was not as much painful as it was uncomfortable, even though it had been lubricated by my own flowing juices.
“I’m readying you ups for some serious fucking. And you are going to like it, I guarantee it.” Jace kept on pushing and pushing until, unexpectedly, he stopped.
“Come here, Mel.” It was Drew again, who, it seemed, had stripped himself of his clothing while Jace was plugging up my ass. I went over and sat down where he had indicated.
“Now suck my cock.”
I glanced in Jace’s direction, knowing he would be watching. His eyes were glazed by lust, and he was rubbing himself through the material of his jeans.
I dipped my head, and took him into my mouth, licking his shaft from bottom to top, before hungrily sucking at him again, my head bobbing up and down while my one hand held him firmly at the base.
My body was suddenly turned around so that I was on my knees, and Jace’s huge cock was rammed down my weeping cunt, hard, forcing my body forward with each thrust. I no longer had to bob my head to blow Drew’s dick; Jace’s movements was doing that for me. It ended in a deep throat penetration each time, with the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat.
“Stop.”
I looked up at Drew, wondering if he was serious, while Jace kept on fucking me from behind.
“The stool.”
I had no idea what Drew meant, but Jace disappeared, o
nly to reappear a few minutes later with a strange stool, high at one end, low at the other. This he placed on a sturdy coffee table.
“Bend over the stool, Mel.”
Of course I did. My ass was now firmly up in the air and my body leaning forwards. Drew came around in front of me. “Now do it again.”
I held my upper body up with my arms, and started working at his cock again, while Jace went to work on my pussy once more. It was a spit roast, I remember someone telling me once. They were spit-roasting me! A guy in front and one from behind. The thought was just a momentary flutter, to be replaced by trepidation when Jace stop fucking my cunt, and pulled out my plug. I didn’t have the chance to utter a word as my mouth was filled by Drew.
The tip of Jace’s bulbous cock was at my ass, being pushed in by his weight, and not as gently as the invasion of the plug had been. I was aware of a burning, stretching sensation. I tried to squirm, but got a smart smack on the ass for my efforts.
“Take it, Mel, take his cock. Think how it’s going to feel inside you, when he fucks your ass, imagine me in your cunt, imagine us taking you and making you ours. You want that, don’t you?”
Fuck help me I did! I wanted him, them both at the same time. It was my ultimate fantasy, my ultimate dream, to be wanted and taken by two men. It has been a desire since my college days, but one that I had always felt guilty of, afraid of what society would know. But as the two kept saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and if no one was telling, I would be safe. Besides, my mother would never believe Drew anyway, she believed he was gay.
Jace started moving inside me, slowly at first, pulling right out and plunging it right back in. The experience was amazing, my groans were those of delight and lust, all mixed together. My orgasm was building and I didn’t want it to end. Through my haze of want and need, I became aware of Drew, his penis in front of me, and I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, sucking on him, while Jace used my ass. I came unexpectedly, the shudders ripping through my body, while my scream was muffled by Drew’s cock. I lay over the strange stool, spent, and replete. However, it would seem the two of them were just getting started.
Jace picked me up as if I was a sack of potatoes, effortlessly, although, to give him his due, he didn’t throw me over his shoulder, but went and sat down on the couch, plonked me in his lap, hoisted me up, and lowered my ass onto his dick. Holy hell, the feeling! He leant over backwards, and started all over again. Jace watched for a bit, and came over to join in on the action. He pushed his dick into my pussy, and there I was, plugged from the front and behind, by two stunning men with huge dicks, every girl’s wet dream fantasy come true. I was filled to the hilt, one part of me being in awe of my ability to take them both, the other part screaming mutely for them to fuck me senseless. They did not disappoint me.
Drew, on his knees, started flexing his hips, driving into me, the motion enough to almost dislodge Jace. Jace pulled me down onto him firmly, and held me in place, allowing Drew to set the pace and the motion. My breasts were jiggling all over, much to Drew’s delight. His hands left my hips and grabbed my globes, and squeezed and massaged at them, the intermittent tugs on my nipples and the slight pain serving to add to my pleasure. Who knew a little pain could cause so much excitement in the recipient? Not me, let me assure you! My sexual encounters have all been decidedly…for want of a better word…vanilla, even the anal sex I once experimented with was nothing like I was experiencing now!
My orgasm was rising, again, my moans, intensifying in frequency, enough to let them know. Drew allowed one of his hands to go down to my clit; the slick nub was begging to be rubbed. He worked at it with his thumb, rubbing it, the sensation of my ass and pussy being fucked together with my clit being given a good work over, pushed me over the edge, and I came, a huge, squirting orgasm that ripped a scream out of me, but they gave no quarter. They carried on, fucking my holes through my orgasm, pushing me to the edge again. Drew came first, a huge deluge of spunk rushing into me, tickling my womb, enough to drive me over the edge once more. It was as I hit my peak, that Jace came as well, his sperm shooting into my ass. I was exhausted, Drew laying over me, and both of us on Jace. It was a meat sandwich, and I was the filling.
Drew was the first to come back to earth. He carried me into his shower, to be quickly followed by Jace, and the two of them cleaned me up. This was a good thing, because there was no way my wobbly legs could have kept me standing at that point.
Afterwards, Jace held me up while Drew dried me off and picked me up, laying me gently in the center of his huge bed. I drifted off to sleep with a man on either side of me; safe, secure, and well looked after. I think it was the best sleep that I have ever had.
***
The rest of the week sped by; too fast, in my opinion. I felt lethargic, well rested, confident in my sex appeal, and seriously well fucked. Drew’s limo dropped me off at the airport, and it was as if every male turned to look at me. I felt sexy. As the plane took off, I looked down at Vegas and smiled. I have had the time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for our next little encounter at Christmas, if Jace was able. If not, Drew promised, he would get us someone else to play house with. It would be strange not having Jace there, as I really like the guy, but Drew is in charge, and I like it that way. He would never get someone I wouldn’t like being a part of a fucking session. I smiled again. Whatever happened, Christmas would be another session to remember!
~THE END~
Highlander’s Secret
Harriet has made a grave mistake, giving into pleasure and letting Lord Damien have his way with her. He was going off to war, and in that moment, she offered herself as a way to always remember him. She didn’t think he was going to make it back from the fighting, and if she was never going to see him again, at least she would have that one night to remember for the rest of her life without him.
Their one night of bliss has turned into a baby she is not supposed to be carrying. He hadn’t married her – couldn’t, because of her status – and Harriet has been sent away in shame for her indiscretions. Her parents won’t even have her in their house, and she is living far away with an older aunt who makes sure to remind her how foolish she has been.
He doesn’t love you.
He just used you for what he needed.
That’s how men are, and Damien is no different.
Harriet wants to believe that her aunt is wrong, that Damien will come and save her from her fate, but she doesn’t even know if the man she loves is still alive. As the baby grows in her stomach, her hope of being rescued gets smaller and dimmer.
Is it all just hopeless?
Chapter 1 – Harriet
I was starting to feel the discomfort of carrying a child. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy in some ways, but the physical parts of it were hard to contend with. It would have been easier if I was married and had a husband to help take care of me. But I was not that lucky and with each day, my stomach grew larger and the weight of it all was clearer to all involved.
Now I was in the countryside, hiding my shame so that I could give my child away as soon as it was born, forgetting that it ever happened. That was what I was supposed to do, but as the days grew closer to when he or she would be in the world with me, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I had already grown attached, already loved the unborn child in my life. If not to have something to remember their father by, knowing I would never see him again and if I did, it wouldn’t matter. While my family was high up in the clan and my father had some authority, we were still not of royal blood as Damien had been.
But I tried not to think about him, physically shaking my head loose of the thoughts. Why was I thinking about a man that I could not have? I could never have him and he was most likely dead after the last clash with the Samuel clan. I had heard there were many that died and there was a thought that I couldn’t shake off that he had been one of them.
I stared out at the countryside and the cliffs to the west before
I went back into the house I was sharing with a distant aunt. She gave me a disapproving look as I came to sit down and I was almost tempted to go back outside, despite the fact that the wind was whipping something fierce out there.
“Come sit down child before you catch your death and neither one of you will survive.”
I did as I was told, though I liked to think that it was just a suggestion instead of an order. In the end it didn’t matter. I was not welcome at my parent’s home until the child was out of me and gone. So for now, Aunt Lea was all there was and I had to watch myself with her. The older woman had a mean streak and something against my mother. I tried to stay out of it and stay out of her way as much as was humanly possible.
“What do you seek out there child? Do you think that Lord Cross will come and rescue you?”
I sighed and nodded my head that I had none of those fantasies in my head. I knew that I was alone and I didn’t need the old crow to remind me of the predicament that I had gotten myself into. It was my fault, even though he had honeyed words and a devilish smile, I should have said no. It was my duty to say no, but when he had touched me, I was sure that my mind had left the very head on my shoulders. I was lost in his kisses and that one night with him in a heat of passion, had changed the very course of my own life. Now I was left with a baby that I had to keep a secret and no one to help me. I was all alone. No one would marry me now, after I had disgraced myself.
So to add insult to injury, my loving aunt decided it was a good time to rub it in. But I could say nothing, so I bit my tongue so hard sometimes that I was sure I was seconds away from tasting blood.
“I know that he is not coming. I just like the fresh air outside.” And the quiet of the lack of her words, yet I didn’t share that little tidbit with her. She smiled at my frown, sure that I was beaten down sufficiently that she could go back to the tapestry that she was working on.
“Yes, it is best to be realistic and not think about the notions of love or you being able to keep that bastard child that you are carrying.”