Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  Then Chandler leaned in, and did the exact same thing.

  I was speechless, my mind reeling.

  “So what do you say?” he said, pulling away from me, and tugging off his Santa cap to reveal a head of sweaty, mussed hair. “Does a naughty girl like you feel like having her stocking double stuffed this Christmas?”

  I didn't say a word. I simply leaned forward, and collapsed into the two men, allowing them to envelop me.

  This was really happening...

  The men began to shed their holiday garb as they ravished my quivering body, antlers, noses, and red suits falling to the floor around our feet. Soon, I was the only one with hardly any clothes on whatsoever. Liam and Chandler had both shed down to nothing but their jolly red underwear, Chandler wearing silk boxers, and Liam a tight red man thong. Both of them bulged fiercely with the hard-ons they'd already grown for what was about to happen, the sight of them standing side by side and erect in this way more beautiful than I can say.

  They wrapped their arms around me, and pushed their naked torsos up against me, kissing me all over. Liam's mouth was on mine, and mine was on Chandler's, and finally, every so often, the men would stoop over my shoulder, and kiss one another as well. I wouldn't have guessed it about either of them in a million years, yet the sight of them behaving in this way turned me on more than anything I'd ever seen.

  Whenever one of them wasn't kissing me on the lips, they were suckling at my skin, biting at my flesh, licking me. They ran their fingers through my hair, petting me tenderly, only to occasionally yank back, filling me with a sharp pain that somehow intensified my feeling of pleasure. They shimmied their hands along my sides, along my spine, they caressed every ounce of tension out of my shoulders. It came to the point where I could no longer distinguish which of the men was which. I was just a very lucky girl, tangled up in a sea of powerful, groping arms, curious fingers, and insatiable mouths.

  I began to sigh, to cry out louder and louder before anything other than foreplay had even begun to take place. I knew that by the time this was all over I would be making enough racket to wake the dead, alerting the partygoers outside to our activities, yet I found that I really didn't give a damn anymore. I wanted this, so, so badly, to experience it to the max, with every ounce of unbridled enthusiasm I could muster.

  One of the men, now was positioned behind me, kissing the back of my neck, and grinding his hard on up against my buttocks, making me burn for him. The other was kissing the tops of my breasts, the elf dress pulled down just enough to expose me to him, and had his hand stuffed up between my legs, fingering through my panties. My legs began to close in around him, and for the first time I wondered whether perhaps I'd bitten off more than I could chew with all this- I honestly didn't know if my body could process so much pleasure coming at it from all directions.

  Then, however, the men began to slide the elf dress up along my pulsating form, yanking it up over my head and casting it to the floor. It was then that I knew, now how unprepared for what these two had in store for me, I was sure as hell up for the challenge.

  Liam leaned into me, and began to kiss my newly exposed breasts, sucking on them, tasting them with his tongue.

  “Oh... Oh yes... Yes... I cried, placing my hand on the back of his neck, holding him to me. Behind me, I felt Chandler reach his hand down into my panties and stockings, sliding his fingers down my butt crack, and up into my pussy. I stiffened around him, muscles tightening as he began to finger me.

  The men worked, and worked, and worked away at my tortured anatomy, the pleasure surging from all directions, so great in its intensity that I soon had to lean back, and support myself against the desk.

  I'd almost cum by the time Chandler pulled his hand out from my underwear, his fingers glistening with my fluids of arousal as he rose up to full height. He reached over and stuck them into Liam's receptive mouth, feeding him my juices, and I'm pretty sure it set the new record for the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

  Chandler climbed up onto his desk, and grabbed me from behind. He hoisted me up onto himself, covering his body with me like a blanket, so that my legs were spread out wide and hanging over the edge of the desk. Liam stooped down in front of me to face my splayed womanhood, and pushed my legs further apart, finally about to offer me the long-awaited follow up to his elevator cunnilingus the week before.

  I screamed.

  Chandler reached up and covered my mouth with his hand, and I sucked back on his palm, loving his restraint as Liam licked my vagina down below. He poured his saliva into me, twisting his tongue through my folds, penetrating me and sucking back on me and spitting into me, doing everything in his power to get me to where I needed to be. I bit down on Chandler's hand, and got him to pull it away so that I could scream again. He let me do it for a few seconds at a time, kissing my neck as I did so, biting me, but then stifling me once again by pushing his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so hard I couldn't make a sound. On and off, on and off, on and off the screams came, their intensity growing and growing the longer things went on this way.

  I just couldn't take it anymore...

  In response to a brutal surge of pleasure, my legs seized hard around Liam's bobbing skull, pulling him into me, forcing him up into my body.

  “Oh God! Oh yes! Oh please!” I began to cry, but again, Chandler shut me up, putting his lips on mine, drowning out my noise.

  A vicious orgasm poured through my body, making my hair stand on end, making my blood boil, causing my heart to beat at three or four times its normal rate. I held and held Liam there in my crotch, until at last the sensations burst, and I pushed him back away from me with my thighs.

  “Jesus Christ,” I wheezed, head spinning.

  And I knew damn well that that was only the beginning...

  From there, I happily let myself be man-handled over the edge of the desk, my body bent forward and my butt stuck out into the air. Liam was the first to enter me, sliding up between my legs from behind, and ramming his cock up inside me as he'd done that fateful night on the elevator.

  “Ohhhhhhh Godddddddddd,” I screamed, and again it was the same thing- as wet and as ready as I thought I was for him, nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of him actually inside me, using that thing to its full and lethal capacity, driving me to the moon and back. He slammed his body into me hard, fast, deep, drilling me to my core, making my body explode with sensations.

  He pounded, and fucked, and rammed himself all the way into me sooner than expected, ejaculating into my body before I'd had the chance to make it to climax myself.

  But that was okay.

  Because the second Liam had pulled out of me, Chandler was stepping up to bat. He slid his erection up inside me, using Liam's own sperm as a lubricant, the feeling as he sifted his huge erection up into me unbelievably sexy.

  He began to pound me hard, to try and outdo what Liam had just done, the sense of competition between the two men bringing the best out of both of them.

  The pleasure surged through my body, and this time as Chandler made his final thrust I did manage to achieve orgasm, the waves of pleasure powerful and intoxicating, making my toes curl, my spine to arch, my nails to sink into the wood of the desk.

  Chandler came too, but as before he controlled his ejaculation, experiencing the pleasure of orgasm without having to spill his seed or lose his erection. He grunted with pleasure as he pulled out of me, and Liam whistled, impressed.

  “I'm going to have to learn how to do that,” he said, with a playful grin. Then he moved back up to me, and entered me again.

  The two men took turns having hard, brutal sex with me over the edge of the desk, doing me again and again until I was almost raw, the three of us making so much noise that I knew the entire office must have hard us going at it outside.

  It didn't matter, I realized- the two most powerful men in the office were the ones in here doing me. Who was out there that I could possibly get into any trouble with?

 
The apex of the affair came at last when Liam laid down on the desk, and Chandler lowered my body down onto him. His penis entered me from below, and then Chandler scooted us both back to the edge of his desk, and climbed to the top of the pile. He pushed himself into me too, and I shook as I felt myself being stretched apart, pulled to my limits, and absolutely inundated with pleasure.

  Two men.

  I had two powerful, muscle bound men inside me at once.

  They pushed their bodies hard into me from both angles, ramming their cocks deep through the lubricant of semen surrounding them, their shafts grinding against one another inside me, their testicles bouncing against one another, legs entwined around my own as we squirmed in a depraved heap atop the desk. My body was slammed repeatedly into, sweat rolling down along my skin, strands of hair plastered wet to my face as they took me like animals. I screamed, and dug my claws into Liam's chest as I strained for something to hold onto, the desk unstable as it shook beneath our thrusting, humping, fucking bodies.

  Finally, with a last, deep stab of their bodies into mine, Chandler and Liam drove themselves all the way up into me, and held their cocks pressed together inside. Their hot, dripping fluids gushed over every exposed inch of my quivering flesh, spilling out in pulse after pulse of ejaculatory abundance, coating one another with sperm as they continued to pump in and out of my overwrought body.

  Orgasm tore through me, annihilating me, filling me with a greater ecstasy than I'd ever known throughout my entire life. I screamed, and screamed, and tried to hold on but couldn't, and just kept screaming.

  Liam was actually holding his ears by the time I at last felt the last aftershocks of pleasure dissipating from within, my mind reeling, and my limbs quivering with delight.

  “So,” said Chandler, after extricating himself from me, kissing me in the afterglow for several minutes alongside Liam, and sliding back into his underwear. “Can we assume that's one gift you won't be returning the day after Christmas?”

  We pretty much knew for certain that the people outside the office would have heard us going at it. What we didn't expect as we opened the door to Chandler's office was that a large crowd of spectators had assembled, consisting, it seemed, of every single person in the office. Immediately on seeing the three of us emerge, all of us a complete mess, and clearly having just had vigorous intercourse, every single employee burst into cheers, whistling suggestively and even applauding us for what we'd just done. I probably should have been totally embarrassed in that moment, but I couldn't help but smile along with them, even as my cheeks went completely pink.

  “I guess we know how to throw a pretty great Christmas party, don't we?” said Liam in my ear, elbowing my ribs playfully with a smile on his face.

  I sighed, and saw through the office windows beyond the crowd that snow had begun to fall outside.

  Everything was perfect...

  It wasn't at all what I'd imagined when I'd wished to find love for the holidays, but still-

  It was absolutely perfect...

  THE END

  The Red Book (Part 1)

  CLARK

  She looked up at me with those deceptive eyes that could melt through the defenses of any careless Billionaire. Gina was a very passionate lover and I enjoyed having her over to my apartment in upper Manhattan, but our relationship was now getting to that uncomfortable place where she started talking about us taking long trips together.

  To the unskilled victim Gina’s travel suggestions might have appeared innocuous and perhaps even frivolous, but it had set off the highly developed gold-digger warning alarm in my subconscious mind. These kinds of suggestions were always the precursor to some more serious talk about commitment; this I’d learned the hard way during my previous 15 years of dating scores of beautiful New York women. I was still single, despite the fact that Forbes listed me as one of the 10 richest people on earth and GQ magazine had voted me one of the most eligible bachelors on the face of the planet. I say this in all modesty, simply to bring across the point I’m making: I talk from experience when I say that Gina was setting me up. I thought again about the wonderful evening I’d just had with her and hoped that we would be able to continue our interaction without any serious relationship talks.

  We’d returned to my apartment early, after enjoying an $800 dinner at a French Restaurant and we were soon caught in a passionate embrace in the living room; steadily working our way to the kitchen – where Gina found some inspiration and whipped cream – right through to a number of gymnastic positions in the bathroom and we’d finally ended up on my King-size bed.

  Gina’s cries of ecstasy had been so loud that I hoped the neighbors wouldn’t think I was slaughtering a pig in my apartment. When all was said and done I really enjoyed how she vented her excitement and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, just as long as I could keep seeing a couple of other women on the side from time to time.

  My mother regularly lectured me on the dangers of having so many different ‘love liaisons’ as she so delicately put it. She’d spent the best years of her life dirt poor with my good-for-nothing whiskey-swilling father. I knew she was talking from experience when she told me how sly and calculated a woman could be when she catches the whiff of money in a wallet. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my dear mother to bits, but she had a keen eye for money and she made sure I regularly shared with her some generous helpings of the hundred dollar bills in my well stocked vault. My mother hated the idea of any other woman getting her filthy hands on ‘our money’. It was always interesting to me how mommy dearest managed to refer to my eight billion dollars of savings as ‘our money’ but I shared it with her generously as she’s always been right there in my corner whenever I needed her.

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” Gina said smilingly with what she probably considered to be a clever play of words.

  “Nothing much baby, was just thinking how pretty you look in your birthday suit.”

  Gina lowered her eyelids and flashed me naughty smile. “Ready when you are,” she whispered and I put all other thoughts aside to concentrate, momentarily, on some more pressing and pleasurable matters.

  VIVIENNE

  The setup for the evening was coming together nicely.

  “Much more than just nice, it looks stunning,” I thought to myself.

  The catering was off the top shelves and the food looked delicious. There was lamb on a spit and side dishes galore; from exotic Middle Eastern hors d'oeuvres to Texas steak and delectable Creme Brulee desert. The entrance of my big mansion was decorated with some low key décor and lanterns, to lend a fantasy atmosphere to large reception area that was accentuated by the marble floor and long winding staircase in the hall. The kitchen looked most inviting and had been turned into veritable oasis, with drinks and champagne on ice everywhere.

  My house parties would certainly have been the talk of New York, had it not been for the relative secrecy of these events. I always made sure my guests felt right at home and knew they could count on the confidentiality of their attendance. There would be senators, movie actresses, models, business magnates, doctors, lawyers and Supreme Court Judges; all under one roof to enjoy the festivities of the evening. Fuck the Hollywood parties, my social events were truly the place to be if you had any sort of claim to fame in America.

  My guest list had 78 names on it and attendance was strictly by invitation only. The security was comparable to what you might expect at a Rock concert or a State visit by the Pope. Come to think of it, I should invite the Pope to one of these events one day, I thought with naughty smile.

  “One day you will make your way to the top, nothing can stop you if you put your mind to it,” my grandmother used to tell me over and over until I believed her. We were poor immigrants from Paris and only got US citizenship because Nana, as I used to call my grandmother, had been a US citizen. I had incredible admiration for my grandmother’s strength and tenacity. She was the one who rescued us all from a life on the streets of Pa
ris.

  My grandmother had to fight and overcome her own demons to get the life she wanted. She once told me how one of her own uncles had raped and molested her as a child and how she took an oath to get her own back for the abuse she’d suffered. She’d married into money by seducing a rich American businessman during his vacation in Paris. Nana paved the way for us all to leave France by convincing her well-connected husband to help us get Green cards and full citizenship, after my father had died in a car accident in Paris.

  “I want to live in a big house like you one day Nana,” I always exclaimed when we visited my grandmother in their mansion in Greenhaven. My mother had steadfastly refused to stay with my grandmother in the big mansion and we lived in a humble apartment on Hudson Street. My mother worked as a seamstress and, no matter how my grandmother coaxed and prompted, my mother wouldn’t accept any financial aid from her and we lived in relative poverty, until my mother passed away from Pneumonia when I was 14. I was very sad when my mother died, but the upshot of it was that I went to live with Nana in the big mansion. I started going to a new school, where I mingled with the privileged children of the super-rich and my entire life changed in the blink of a New York eye.