by M. Robinson
She didn’t. She followed my orders the exact way I knew she would. I pushed my middle and ring fingers readily inside of her. Aiming right for her g-spot. Pumping my fingers faster with each stroke of her mouth devouring Martinez’s cock.
“Fuck her face, Martinez. This bitch likes it rough. Do what you want to her. For tonight... she’s ours,” I said, emphasizing the last word.
Martinez roughly grabbed ahold of the sides of her face, the gentleness he was showing her up until that point seized to exist any longer. I gave him free rein to do what he wanted. Unleashed a whole other side of the motherfucker.
And a man like him appreciated that from a man like me.
I was going to do what I fucking pleased.
We both were.
I’d make sure of it.
She started to rock her hips, trying to relieve the ache that I was creating. Unable to beg me for it with her mouth full of cock, like she knew I loved.
“You want us to fuck that beautiful, glistening cunt don’t you, Lilith? You’re dripping wet just waiting for our cocks to sink into your fucking heat. You want us to fuck you so deep in your pussy and asshole that you won’t be able to walk for days. Every time you move, you can still feel us there. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I questioned, making her crave exactly what I was saying.
<>Lilith<>
I could physically feel my pussy pushing Mika’s fingers out. My heat clamping down as a wave of ecstasy rushed through me. It didn’t take long until I felt him rimming the pucker of my asshole with my own come. Gradually easing one in, as his other fingers continued to fuck my cunt. Fucking each of my holes simultaneously. It was only a matter of minutes before my body was convulsing, contracting, and shaking, which made Martinez thrust in and out of my mouth even harder and faster. It was all too much, an overload of emotions and sensations.
Mika found my g-spot from the inside of my asshole and didn't let up, finger fucking me with full force.
“That’s the spot right there, isn’t it, angel? I knew I could find it even fucking a different hole. Should I let her come, motherfucker?” He looked up to Martinez with a fucking smirk.
Martinez ignored him, releasing my mouth with a loud pop, causing me to come with so much pressure that my entire body quivered and trembled.
I saw fucking stars, needing to shut my eyes tight.
“No, hijo de puta,” Martinez finally replied. “That one was all mine.”
They both stared at each other, silently challenging one another to a pissing contest. Whose cock was bigger and who was going to make me come the most. All I knew was, I was about to be fucked. Literally.
Mika picked me up as if I weighed nothing, throwing me onto the couch. They took the opportunity to undress me. Taking off my clothes with an urgency and speed I hadn’t felt since the first time I did this with Mika and JJ. I was left in only my thigh-highs, garter belt, and heels. When I came down from the high, I opened my eyes, seeing exactly what I had pictured in my mind. Both men on their knees, stroking their cocks with excitement in their dark, dilated glares.
Staring only at me.
I grinned at them, watching the way their hands glided along their glorious shafts.
Easing my way back down onto the leather ottoman, which was more like a bed. Lying on my back, I spread my legs as wide as they would go as an open invitation for them to do what they pleased. They took ahold of my feet and started to caress them, eliciting a gasp from deep within my core, causing my back to arch off the cool surface. A trail of heat instantly overtook my body, awakening sensations and desires only Mika could ever accomplish.
They moved simultaneously together, it was if they didn’t need to communicate with words. Between each other, they knew what we all wanted. Moving in sync up my calves to my thighs, kneading and rubbing their way toward my pussy.
I silently repeated, “Please, don’t stop,” in my head over and over again, afraid that if I said it out loud they would halt, just to torture me. The touch of their hands continued to caress my limbs, igniting my nerve endings into a smoldering fire.
Martinez moved in between my legs and Mika came to my side. He started to caress my breasts in a soft, but demanding touch, down to the sides of my stomach. I sat up and crawled toward Martinez. He obliged, lying back as I slid my way up his solid, muscular torso, loving the feel of his skin against my nails. The smell of his cologne immediately assaulted my senses, consuming me in ways I never experienced before. Mika came up from behind me, pushing my breasts down on Martinez’s dick, cupping them and silently signaling him to jerk forward and backward in between them. Fucking my tits with ease.
“Fuck them titties,” Mika encouraged, pushing me further.
Martinez obliged, swaying his hips in a sultry dance. I stuck out my tongue to get a taste. Lapping at his dick like a goddamn ice cream with every push upward. He groaned in satisfaction. Pleased with his whore.
Mika laid back on the couch, propping himself up, tugging me with him. He was never one for sharing too long. My back set to his front, our bodies sticking together. Martinez wasn’t far behind, settling himself once again between my legs. Mika kissed his way up my back, playing with the pucker of my asshole, making slow, torturous circles. I grabbed the back of Mika’s head and hastily pulled him toward me. Craning my neck, kissing him with hunger and craving more. The feeling of having his lips tangled with mine enhanced every single response from my sex.
I wanted and needed more.
“Bien,” Martinez ordered, “Come” in Spanish, and I willingly went.
Straddling his thighs on my knees, as he leaned back supporting his weight on his hands. I bent forward, stroking Martinez’s cock with my hand in a twirling motion. He grunted, taking one of his hands and started to make torturous circles around my clit, my nub peeking out once again. Mika positioned his face near my ass and unceasingly fucked my asshole with his finger. Soon replacing it with his tongue, licking the pucker with abandonment, shoving his tongue as deep as it would go.
“Fuck, it’s been so long. I forgot what this sweet ass tasted like. Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. I’m fucking going in deep this time.” He did. Plunging his tongue in and out as Martinez manipulated my nub. I didn’t know which felt better, but I rode them both equally.
Martinez pushed two fingers into my wet heat, aiming straight for my g-spot while Mika continued to tongue fuck my asshole, switching it off between his fingers and tongue. I watched with hooded eyes as Martinez rolled on a condom. The raw uninhibited craving to want to come again hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. Before my core contracted and I knew what was happening, Martinez stood taking me with him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he slammed his cock into me as Mika simultaneously shoved his cock into my ass. Each hole they were just fucking with their fingers, was now occupied by their dicks, making me scream out in pleasure.
I felt full, whole, and complete. I slowly but purposely moved my hips, and Mika gently guided himself out and back in.
“Jesus Christ… you’re so fucking tight,” Martinez rumbled.
“Tell him how much you love my cock in your ass,” Mika lured, his voice full of yearning.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop. You guys are so fucking hot. Fuck me harder, faster… yes… ahhh… yes… yes…just like that,” I praised as they both fucked me at the same time and pace.
“You’re such a fucking whore. You love having your ass and cunt fucked at the same time,” Mika growled, loud and needy.
Their cocks were getting thicker and harder, and I swear they felt bigger. It made my pussy pulsate, gripping even tighter. Mika caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples, and Martinez started teasing my clit with one hand, both men supporting my weight. My head fell back on Mika’s shoulder, and he nipped and sucked on my neck, saying dirty, filthy things that pushed me closer to the edge.
“It doesn’t matter how many men fuck you, angel. Your ass, your cunt, your fucking heart… it belongs to me. I o
wn you. Every last fucking part of you.”
I moaned into his mouth.
Martinez suddenly pulled out, making me whimper from the loss of pressure. Mika slowed his movements, still filling my ass to the rim.
“Awe, angel,” he mocked, using Mika’s nickname for me. Cocking his head to the side. “You want more? You want me to let you come, don’t you?”
I nodded, biting my lip to the point of pain, unable to speak.
“Like this?” He took his cock and slapped it against my swollen clit, making my ass cheeks clench Mika’s dick.
“Hmmmm…” I moaned.
He slapped it again, not once but twice, making me come completely undone again. Falling to his knees, he began to consume my heat while I sat on his face, working my hips in sync with Martinez’s tongue and Mika’s shaft.
“I couldn’t hear you, whore. Dime lo,” he grumbled, his voice acting as a fucking vibrator between my legs.
“What’s wrong, baby? Pussy got your tongue?” Mika nipped my earlobe and started to slowly pull out of my asshole. Martinez never let up.
“Fuck me…fuck me… fuck me…” I yelled, squirting all over Martinez’s face. I could feel him grinning like the goddamn devil he was.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He flicked my clit with his tongue a few more times before slamming his cock back into me.
“Don’t stop. Never stop,” I panted, everything becoming too much but not enough.
The room smelled of sex, lust, and cocaine. I couldn’t believe how many times these two men had made me come, but my body still wanted more. All of our breathing and panting correlated. Nothing but the noise of bodies slapping together and sounds of pleasure filled the space. I don’t know how long they fucked me. Each taking what they wanted and leaving me begging for more. Never wanting them to stop.
But like all good things, it was bound to end at some point.
They began to thrust faster and harder, filling me more and more. Then all of a sudden, I could feel we were all close. It took a few more thrusts and moans, and we all came at the exact same time. The men both emptied their seed deep within me. After pulling out, we all fell on top of each other’s sweaty, slicked bodies.
The night had only just begun.
<>Brooke<>
“Don’t you want to play, Devon? I want to play,” I said in the sultriest voice I could muster.
“Not falling for it, Bambi. I’m still fucking pissed at you.”
“Devon! You can’t stay mad at me this long! It’s been forever!”
“It’s been four hours.”
“Those four hours, feel like four hundred. Come on… don’t be mad at me.” I crawled onto his lap on the couch. “I’m too adorable and pretty for you to be this upset with, please…” I pouted, giving him doe eyes.
Nothing.
“I said I was sorry. When people say they’re sorry, you’re supposed to forgive them. That’s how it works. And then you’re supposed to fuck them senseless so that they know you have forgiven them. Make-up sex.”
“Is that how it works?”
I eagerly nodded.
He didn’t falter. “What are you sorry for, Bambi?”
My eyes wandered all around the walls of our living room. We didn’t live at The Cathouse since I took over as ‘The Madam’ a few years ago. Only going there when we needed to.
I couldn’t even begin to tell you what I was supposed to be sorry for, I just knew he was pissed about something. Devon was extremely sensitive, even though he was such an alpha male. He liked to have things a certain way.
Especially when it came to me.
“I’m sorry I made you sad.”
“Try again,” he called me out. Already knowing I was full of shit.
I sucked in my bottom lip. This was not going as planned. My attention snapped back to the scene before me, and all I could see was impatience written all over his handsome face. I started to caress the side of his neck with my hand, and on the other side, I laid soft, tender kisses on his exposed skin. I continued my journey of touching and trying to seduce him to no avail.
“Devon… I love you. I’m sorry. Don’t you love me?”
“Brooke, this has nothing to do with my love for you. Don’t ever push my buttons thinking that you’ll win by questioning my love for you.”
I sighed, finally pulling away. Staring him straight in the eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry again.”
“What are you sorry for in the first place?” he asked not backing down. Not that I thought he would.
I scratched the back of my head, feeling uneasy. Searching the walls once again for an answer. “Umm… see, here is the thing. I don’t really know why…”
He didn’t say a word, he barely even moved.
“I just know that you’re upset with me, and I don’t want you to be, that’s all. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, baby. Then I don’t get laid. Even though the Incredible Hulk doesn’t ever hate me,” I teased, trying to lighten the situation. When that didn’t work, I rocked my hips against his cock, wanting to prove my point. “He always loves me. Why don’t you let me play with him? And then we’ll all be friends again.” I reached for his belt.
He grabbed my hands, stopping me.
“Oh my God! Why can’t you just be a normal guy sometimes? Just let me suck your cock, give you a happy ending, then you’ll stop being mad at me.”
“I can’t turn it on and off like you can, Brooke.”
“I can turn it off?”
He narrowed his eyes, not amused with my banter in the least.
“Babe, sometimes I don’t speak Devon, okay? Sometimes I just don’t understand what the big deal is about, and sometimes you just confuse me. This is one of those times.”
“Why not ask me first?” he simply replied, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.
“Because I wanted to surprise you. I’m glad I told you about it before she was supposed to show up, though. You would have scared her away with all your huffing and puffing. Something would have been blown, and it wouldn’t have been your cock.”
“I don’t like to play games. You, more than anyone else, should know that.”
“You like to play my games I thought.”
“Only if you run them by me first. Bambi, I don’t need anyone other than you.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “I know that. But she’s a new VIP. I thought we could have a good time for the night. You know, like old times. Bring back some memories of the good ol’ days,” I paused to let my words sink in. “You do understand that I was bringing a VIP over to fuck you tonight, right? Just so we’re clear.”
“No. To fuck you.”
“To fuck both of us,” I clearly stated.
“Is there something you need? Something I’m not giving you? Because judging by how many times I make you come every day, you could understand why I’d be taken back.”
I shook my head. “You give me everything I’ve ever wanted. I just thought… maybe… you would want to mix it up a bit. And since I have the capability of making that safely happen with smoking hot chicks, I might add… I don’t know… it was a good idea in my head. I guess I just don’t want you to ever get bored. I know you’ve been together for almost five years now, and you’re the first relationship I’ve ever been in. So… I just want to keep you happy, especially sexually.”
He nodded. Understanding finally passing through his gaze. “What made you think I’m not happy, Brooke? Do I not kiss you enough? Touch you enough? Fuck you enough? Tell me, how many times do I have to make you come in order for you to understand I’m truly happy?”
“Devon—” The doorbell rang, cutting me off. “Shit! With you being all mad at me, I may or may not have forgotten to tell her not to come.” I winced, “I’m sorry. Again.”
“Let her in.” He nodded toward the front door.
“What?” I responded, confused by the turn of events.
“You heard me. Let her in. You want to play
? Then I’m fucking game.”
I didn’t like the tone in his voice. Something was up. He was going to prove a point, I just wouldn’t figure out what that was until I let her in.
<>Devon<>
Never taking my eyes off of hers, I tugged on the seam of her purple panties, sliding them down her long, silky legs that went on for miles. She slipped one stiletto heel out, then the other. My fingers lightly skimmed the sides of her legs, leaving a trail of warmth behind.
Brooke watched my every move from the middle of the bed as I slowly, sensually worked over the new VIP, like I would normally do with her. Except this time, I hadn’t taken my time with Brooke. I took off her clothes quickly and ordered her to go watch like the good little girl she always claimed to fucking be.
I was giving my full attention to the new whore, sitting spread eagle in front of me, willing and waiting for my next move. Brooke had an expression on her face I couldn’t quite place, and quite frankly, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
If she wanted to play then I would give her the game of a fucking lifetime.
I loved Brooke more than anything in this world, but honestly, I was so over her shit. There was only one way to make her understand, even if it meant I had to make love to someone else in front of her to make that happen. To get it through her thick, blonde skull that I didn’t want anyone else.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I praised, kissing up her tan thighs. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Whatever you want it to be,” she whispered loud enough for us to hear.
I stood, leaning forward, resting my weight on my hands that were now on the sides of her face. Hovering above her tight, perfect body. Etching my lips on her collarbone, I blew soft breaths on her smooth skin giving her goose bumps. Feeling her breath catch as I lightly caressed the sides of her round, plump, perky breasts.
She stirred.
My luring breaths progressed to her tan, round, perfect nipples. I put my tongue on her left nipple and licked, and she moaned and grabbed the back of my neck, urging me to do more. With my teeth, I nipped it at first and then sucked, gently and then more firm. Once it was a hard pebble, I moved to her other breast and did the same. Peering up at her face, continuing to caress her breasts with my mouth and hands. My eyes moved from her face to her throat, seeing her pulse at the base of her neck.