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by Daphne Dawn


  Her body is still going, pulsating, spasming. When she finally quiets, I pull out of her.

  My cock is still thick, hard, throbbing, but we aren’t done yet.

  Kevin crawls toward her on the bed and pulls her against him. She leans against him. He runs his hand over her body, holding her against him with his other arm. His hand finds her tits, and he caresses her, squeezing, massaging. She moans and whimpers. He takes her nipple between his fingers and rolls it. Watching him caress her, working her up again, makes me want to be back inside of her.

  I wrap my fingers around my own cock. I am slippery now with our combined sex, and my hand slides up and down my dick.

  I watch as Kevin leans forward, guiding Carly onto her back. Her thighs fall open for him, and he positions himself between her legs. He pushes into her without ceremony, and she cries out.

  Kevin doesn’t waste any time. He starts pounding into her, fucking her hard. She cries out, her breath forced from her lungs with every stroke by his weight on top of her. His face is right above hers, so close they can kiss, but he doesn’t kiss her. He braces himself with his elbows on both sides of her head and slides his cock in and out of her.

  She gasps and moans. I stroke my cock, watching them get it on. Kevin has a different way of fucking than I do–his is more sensual, rather than straight up fucking. We make a good team.

  He looks up just as I thought it. A smile plays on his lips. He is loving this just as much as I am.

  Kevin pushes his hands into Carly’s hair and closes his fist, gripping her. She gasps. He tips her head back, exposing the clean line of her neck. Kevin dips his head and puts his mouth in her neck. He nips the skin with his teeth, just enough to make her squirm, before he closes his lips on her skin and sucks. He doesn’t spend too much time on one spot. If he did, he would leave marks on her pristine skin, and that would be hard to explain away in the office.

  Lust chokes me. I want to be inside of her so badly. But Kevin had let me fuck her for a while without interfering, and I would do the same. I would give him as much time as I am able before I take her mouth.

  I want her to suck on my cock, and I want her lips around me again.

  Kevin pulls his legs up and maneuvers himself so that he sits on his knees. He wraps his arms around Carly’s legs and lifts her off the bed so that his dick is still inside her. I move to the side of the bed and take her by the arms, turning her so that her head hangs over the edge of the bed. Kevin turns with me, keeping himself inside her.

  He holds onto her thighs, using them to pull her onto his cock, moving his hips, fucking her. She gasps and moans. Her braid is long. I kneel at her head and pull out the hairband. I undo the braid with my fingers, and her long, dark hair spills into a waterfall from her head, hanging off the side of the bed to the carpet.

  I straighten up. Her bed is high and kneeling won’t do.

  Her breasts are pushed up with the arch of her back, moving back and forth as Kevin fucks her, her nipples tight.

  “Open your mouth, kitten,” I say.

  Her eyes focus on my cock, hard and close to her mouth. I push the tip of my cock against her lips, and she does as I asked, sucking me in. I don’t push in all the way, even though I desperately want to. Instead, I let her suck in as much as she is willing to. For now.

  She sucks about half my cock into her mouth, and I pull back, sliding out again. Her body rocks back and forth with Kevin’s motion, and I let it push her body against me, and push her mouth farther and farther onto my cock.

  Kevin picks up the pace, fucking her harder. Her tits move back and forth. I put my hands on them and fuck her mouth as Kevin fucks her pussy.

  She makes the same muffled, strangled sounds that she made with Kevin’s dick in her mouth. She stretches her arms up and wraps them around my hips, holding onto my ass, pulling my dick farther into her mouth.

  She is at our mercy, stretched between the two of us, rocked back and forth by our rhythm. By the way she pulls me into her, I can tell she enjoys it. She wants more. I have plenty more to give her.

  Her moans and groans become louder and louder again. She is headed toward another orgasm. That will be her third for the night. I love when women did the multiple orgasm thing.

  I take her nipples between my fingers and tweak and roll them, pinching, tugging. She gasps even louder. I pull out of her mouth to allow her a break, and she breathes hard. Kevin doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking her. He knows that she is getting closer, and that it would fade if she stops now.

  It doesn’t take long before she topples over the edge again. She cries out, her nails digging into my ass. Her body shudders, and I watch as she convulses on the bed between us. It takes her breath away before she breathes erratically. Kevin moves in and out of her slowly, drawing the orgasm out without distracting her from the ecstasy she is feeling. I stare at her body, taking it all in.

  God, the things I want to do to her.

  When Carly calms down, Kevin pulls out of her. She whimpers lightly when he does. When she is free of both cocks, she rolls onto her side. Kevin lays down next to her. I crawl onto the bed and lay down on her other side. I reach for her face, turning her head to face me. Then I cup her cheek and kiss her.

  Chapter 15

  Carly

  I lay sandwiched between the two men, recovering from the third orgasm. It had been intense, and I need to catch my breath.

  The two men lay on either side of me, their bodies pressed against me. They run their hands over my body, touching me, caressing me. Kevin lays in front of me. Scott is behind me. Kevin’s hands are on my ass and my pussy, stroking. Scott’s hands come from behind me, and he massages my breasts. It is gentle and erotic, like a massage, and it relaxes me.

  Kevin’s hands slowly push between my legs, his fingers working their way into my slit. His fingertips flick over my clit, and I jerk every time they do. I am still sensitive after my orgasms. The attention the men paid me awakens my body again after the gentle massaging and the orgasms. I want more.

  I kiss Kevin after Scott kisses me. His tongue pushes between my lips, and he kisses me, tastes me. I wonder if he can taste Scott in my mouth, and I wonder if he cares.

  I push against Kevin’s shoulder, and he rolls onto his back. I get on top of him and straddle him. His cock is still thick and hard. I reach for it with my hand, hold it up, and sit down on him.

  Kevin and I groan at the same time as he slides into me. He was big, bigger from this angle. I move my hips, getting used to him before I start riding him. I buck my hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of me.

  Scott doesn’t stay on the bed without us for long. He moves behind me, straddling Kevin’s legs, too. His cock presses against my ass cheeks and lower back. He presses himself against me as tightly as he can.

  His hands move around to my breasts, and he cups them, squeezing them, massaging them. He pinches my nipples between his fingers, just enough not to hurt, and rolls them. I gasp. Kevin’s cock is large inside of me, pushing deep enough into me to rearrange my organs. And Scott’s hands on my breasts make it hard for me to concentrate on anything other than the feel of sexual bliss.

  I move my hips back and forth, riding Kevin. He looks up at me, and his face is riddled with pleasure. I see him glance over my shoulder at Scott, who presses his lips against my shoulder. Together, they work me up into a frenzy.

  Deep at my core, my muscles clench. An orgasm is building again–number four–but it will take a while before I topple over the edge again. Every time, it takes longer to get me to lose control. Although with both men giving me all their attention, that last fact is up for debate.

  Scott lets go of my breasts and moves his hands to my shoulders where his mouth had been. He massages my shoulders, squeezing hard. The massage is erotic because I am fucking someone, but calming nevertheless.

  Scott moves his hands down my back, pushing me gently forward. I bend over Kevin’s body, my breasts close to his chest, his eye
s on mine. I kiss him as Scott works his way down my back. When Scott cups my ass cheeks, massaging them too, I shiver.

  He squeezes and massages my ass, pulling my cheeks open, helping with my rhythm on top of Kevin.

  Scott leans away from me for a moment, the bed shifting with his weight. I hear the cap of something pull off, and a moment later, Scott’s hand slides in between my ass cheeks with a cold gel on his fingertips. I gasp, curling my body, but his fingers slide down, and he presses against my anus. I tense for just a moment before an erotic wave washes over me.

  Scott works his fingers over my ass, rubbing, prodding lightly, getting the nerves that unfurl another wave of lust inside of me like it has been dormant, like we’d only been touching the tip of the iceberg. I gasp. Kevin has his hands on my hips, and he is moving his own hips, sliding in and out of me. I don’t have what it takes to keep riding him. Scott is working magic on me because my body is going numb, and it is becoming harder and harder to think about anything other than the overpowering sex that ripples through my body in waves.

  Scott pushes a finger into my ass, and I cry out. I’ve done anal before, but it always takes careful preparation. Scott has clearly done it before, too, and he works himself into me, taking his time.

  He pushes one finger into me, going in as deep as he can, sliding in and out. I gasp and moan. Before long, he pushes another finger into me. I feel fuller and fuller as he pushes more fingers into me, stretching me, preparing me, while Kevin still slides in and out of me.

  Scott pulls his fingers out of me, and I gasp, feeling open after he worked his fingers in and out of me. I start pushing up on Kevin’s chest, but Scott pushes me down again. He gets behind me, and I feel his dick at my anus instead of his fingers. I shiver, trying to prepare myself.

  He pushes into me, sliding in tightly, inch by tight inch. His cock splits me open, my ass squeezing around him so tight. He is so big–bigger than he ever felt inside my pussy–and I cry out as he slides home.

  Scott’s cock is nestled deep in my ass when I finally take another breath, right up against Kevin’s cock. Neither of them move. They let me adjust to the feeling of having each of them in one of my holes. I shiver, trying to move a little with both inside me. I am so full I can barely contain it.

  Scott is the first to start moving, fucking me. I cry out as his cock slides in and out of my ass. Kevin holds still, letting me feel Scott for a few strokes, before he starts moving, too.

  When Kevin rocks his hips, fucking me from beneath, I collapse on his chest. It is too much for me to handle and still concentrate on keeping myself up. I am pinned between the two bodies, two dicks inside me, and they start fucking me, moving against each other. When Kevin pulls back, Scott pushes deeper, until Kevin slides back in and Scott pulls out.

  I close my eyes and give myself over to the feeling. I can’t even try. I am lost in the sensation of being penetrated from two angles.

  They ride me together, and I lose track of time. My body is pulled apart by an overload of sex.

  Scott pulls out first, and I gasp, gaping, empty after I was so full.

  “My turn,” he says in a voice so low that he growled.

  He helps me lift myself, and Kevin slips out of me. I gasp again. I’m so empty now.

  Together, they help me turn around. I am spent, my body not functioning right when I want to lift myself. They turn me around so that I have my back turned toward Kevin. Scott holds me up like I weigh nothing, and Kevin positions himself so I slide onto his cock with my ass when Scott lowers me.

  I cry out when he penetrates me, slipping into me easier than Scott because I am already prepared, open, wet with lube and Scott’s sex.

  When I sit on Kevin, I shudder, the feeling of him in my ass so different than sex, still. He moves a little, and I gasp and moan.

  Scott doesn’t waste much time. He kisses me, crawling into me and Kevin. His dick finds my entrance, and he pushes into me in one stroke. I cry out, and Kevin groans as Scott’s cock slides home inside of me. I am sandwiched between them yet again, with Kevin’s dick in my ass and Scott’s in my pussy.

  They start their rhythm again, moving in and out, countering each other. At this angle, with Kevin beneath me and Scott on top of both off us, both dicks rubbing against each other and against me, an orgasm starts growing.

  It starts deep at my core. I am completely helpless, unable to move much or do anything other than cry out with every thrust. The men are fully in control, using me, pushing me to my limits. I love it.

  It brings me closer to the edge, faster. They fuck me, and I cry out and moan. Scott picks up the pace, pumping into me harder still. His fucking creates my movement on Kevin’s cock. Scott strokes my G-spot again and again, and I shudder and convulse, creeping closer and closer to orgasm.

  Kevin reaches around and grabs my breasts, pinching and tugging. The pain bursts into pleasure, and I scream as the orgasm shatters through me. My body contracts, forcing the air out of my lungs. Sandwiched between the two men, I fall apart.

  It doesn’t take long before Kevin groans and jerks inside of me. He grabs my hips and shoves himself into my ass as deep as he can go. I am still orgasming, and his grip on my hips, his cock so deep inside me, brings me again and again. Scott does the same, shoving himself into me. They are both so deep I struggle to breathe, struggle to move, struggle to do anything but moan and cry out.

  Scott comes inside of me, pulsating, emptying himself inside of me while Kevin fills up my ass. My orgasm crashes over me, one wave after the other, until I feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, my body on fire with all the sex, the dicks buried inside of me.

  The men breathe hard. I am a sweaty mess, slick where we lay skin on skin.

  Finally, Scott pulls out of me, already going soft. He helps me off Kevin, who slid out of me, too, and I collapse on the bed. I am spent. My whole body feels like it is made of jelly. Kevin rolls onto his side, spooning me, his knees pulled up behind mine. Scott lays down in front of me, facing me. He pushes one leg between mine so that we touch and his face is close enough to kiss.

  He presses his lips against my forehead in a strangely intimate way before I close my eyes.

  “That’s my baby girl,” Scott says in a low voice. His hand trails over my breasts, touching, feeling. He is gentle about it, and it is soothing after so much was taken out of me. Kevin caresses me, his hand tracing the contours of my body.

  Sex is always messy, and the result of their orgasms inside me began to leak out of me. My ass and my pussy are both slick with sex, but we lay together, none of us moving.

  I start drifting off. I become vaguely aware of someone pulling a blanket over us. Much later, weight shifts on the bed, and I am under the impression the men are getting up. I am aware of them moving around the room, but I keep my eyes closed.

  They leave the apartment quietly. I hear the front door click, and I realize I am alone. I don’t mind. My eyes are closed, keeping myself wrapped in darkness. I focus on my body, on the echo of both cocks in my body.

  God, what a ride.

  Chapter 16

  Kevin

  The contrast between real life and all the things we do behind closed doors gets bigger and bigger the more I slip into my fantasies. Fucking Carly with Scott has been more than a dream come true and the image of her, naked, her mouth around his cock and her pussy clamping down on mine, keeps me perpetually turned on. Or that shit where we double penetrated her, Scott in her ass while I am buried deep inside of her.

  The images of that night are enough material for me to get myself off to for a long time, if I must. Of course, with someone like Carly around I won’t need something like that anytime soon. I can just fuck her when I feel like it. God knows she’s willing and she’s a hell of a lot more satisfying than my own palm.

  Speak of the devil, Carly knocks on my door and pops her head into my office, attractive as always. I’m just starting a slow descent with my eyes all over her body when she s
peaks.

  “Mr. Hull wants to see you,” she says.

  I snap my eyes back up to her, her body forgotten.

  “Now?” I ask.

  “He says it’s urgent.”

  I sigh. If Hull says it’s urgent it’s not something I want to deal with right now. And that’s exactly why I will have to do it. The man’s money is a great backing – I need the funding to bring the company onto the level I want it. But God, it comes at a great cost. As it is, he’s basically in charge of the whole board.

  “Where does he want to see me?” I ask.

  “Anywhere,” she says. “He’s in the waiting area right now.”

  The man doesn’t fuck around. I nod.

  “You can send him in here, I’ll speak to him.”

  Carly nods and disappears. A moment later, Franklin Hull walks into my office. He’s dressed in a light gray three-piece suit and his hair is slicked back. His presence spills into the room until I feel like there’s no space for me. He’s in a bad mood.

  “Please, sit down, Mr. Hull,” I say, gesturing to the chair opposite me.

  Hull sits down with the air of a man that owns everything. He’s confident and overpowering and I feel smaller than him in my own office. I don’t like it.

  “What’s on your mind, Franklin?” I ask.

  “I’m going to come straight out and say it, Kevin,” he says. “I heard a rumor that you’re sleeping with your secretary.”

  I blink at Hull. He looks at me, face serious, stare unwavering. I must fight the urge to look away, to squirm. Instead, I look right back at him.

  “Where did you hear it?” I ask. I sound a lot calmer than I feel. Point for me.

  “It is an anonymous tip. That makes me think the source might be correct.”

  My stomach turns to stone. My blood is cold and I struggle to think past the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

 

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