It’s hard to believe I started off working here.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands dirty if I had to. But the guys have been very explicit in their request that I do not have to work. They like seeing me free to do whatever I want.
And while someday in the future, I might get bored and want to find a job, for the time being, I’m content to be their little sex slave and not much else.
Just as I’m about to go outside into the gleaming sunlight and perfect my tan some more, Evan grabs me by the hand and says, “Are you ready for your surprise? Have you noticed that the mansion is totally silent?”
“Yeah, I have actually. Where did everyone go?”
“The construction crew is gone, and we sent the staff home for the day so that we’ll have maximum privacy. Now follow me,” he says, taking my hand.
I tried to object. “Wait, should I change? I’m just wearing this bikini.”
He casts his eyes my way and looks at me with a certain amount of greed before saying, “No. You’re perfect.”
I follow his lead through the mansion that must be at least 15,000 ft². It takes a long time to get from one side to the other. But trust me, I’m not complaining.
We get to the wing of the house that faces west. There’s a huge curtain covering the doorway of whatever they’ve built.
Evan pulls the curtain back and gestures for me to open the door. I turn the handle slowly, not knowing what I’m about to see.
“Wait,” he says. “Let me cover your eyes.”
I pull back and allow him to cover my eyes with his hands. The door swings open, and I hear the guys before I see them.
“Welcome to your little surprise,” Matt says.
Evan removes his hands so I can see what they’ve done. To my hesitation and delight, I find myself in a dimly lit room.
The walls have black-and-gray ornate wallpaper covering them. There are plush rugs on the floor, a fireplace, and to my total surprise, all manner of sex toys hang on the walls and are featured atop long buffets and tables.
Ian clicks a button and soft jazz music begins to play. There are candles everywhere and rose petals on the floor.
Most of all, what I see is a commanding bed in the center of the room. It’s big enough to fit all of us, and it’s covered in soft surroundings.
“You guys, I honestly don’t know what to say.”
The room is beautiful and sumptuous, but it literally takes my breath away. I feel shivers going up my spine as it registers what might happen in here. Already the men have shown me bliss that I could never have imagined.
This room seems like it will help them to continually push my boundaries.
I feel nervous and shy and yet also excited.
I never knew I could feel love such as this, sex such as this.
Timidly, I walk in and admit my true feelings to them. “It makes me nervous.”
Paul’s quick to come to my side. “That’s kind of the point.”
He takes my hand and leads me around the large room.
I examine all manner of sex toys. I see leather whips, ropes, and fur-lined handcuffs. There’s a tie rack featuring expensive silk ties. I see the label “Armani.”
There are nipple clamps, blindfolds, and gags. I even see a sex swing in the corner.
Dimly lit sconces are strategically placed along the walls. Long velvet curtains cast out any light.
He leads me into an extra large closet that seems to be made especially for me. There’s a line of extremely tall high heels for me to choose from. There are leather outfits and lace lingerie.
Is it wrong to say that the closet is my favorite part?
Paul chooses a tiny piece of leather lingerie and offers it to me.
“Put this on. Find some heels to match.”
The closet’s aligned with mirrors. I carefully step out of my bikini and examine my body.
My heart is thumping against my chest. I’ve never felt this anxious to do anything in my entire life.
With this room, they’ve taken our relationship to the next level. I knew I was submissive to them, but I could never imagine it would be like this. I’m excited and scared all at the same time.
I step into the lingerie and fasten the garter belt. Then I pick out some extremely high, patent-leather, black heels.
I love that Paul has just chosen this outfit for me. The idea of him telling me what to do arouses and unnerves me.
Timidly, I look in the mirror one final time. I toss my hair and give myself a little pep talk.
You can do this. You’ve got this. They’ll show you what to do. Just relax.
Then I walk out of the closet and see the guys standing semi-naked at various points throughout the room. Their rippling abs are on display, but most of all, I note the desire that flashes in each of their faces.
They want this, and so do I.
Matt walks over to me, and without a word, picks me up in his arms and throws me down on the bed.
“We made this room for you, Meg, because we want you to be happy. And because this makes us happy. This is our way of showing you that we’re all in this together. You’ll never have to choose between us. We care about you and are committed to making this work.”
His words bring relief as I consider what it means. This room is their way of showing me that it’s okay that I’m in love with all of them.
I’m delighted beyond all measure. But at the same time, I feel cautious about just how vulnerable I am to them in this moment.
It’s four hulking, muscular guys against me. I’m the focus of their adoration and conquest.
They want to bring me down to my knees, to make me beg for it.
Before I have to think too carefully about what might go on, they come to me, and it all begins.
I gulp and step forward.
Now it all begins.
Chapter 47
Matt
She’s spread out on the bed, open to my advances.
I see her shiver slightly, and it makes my cock hard in an instant.
I’ve been dying to see Meg this way, under my total dominion, and here she is. She looks like a treat in her leather lingerie.
With pleasure, I note that she tries to close her legs and to preserve her modesty. Seeing her squirm under my gaze makes it all worth it.
“Don’t be shy, Meg. It’s only me,” I say in a villainous tone.
Pushing her legs apart, I make room for my body that far outweighs her own. Then I languidly kiss her up and down her thighs, making her tremble underneath my touch.
Her vulnerability means everything to me. I want to control her...always.
I push the leather aside and trace my tongue along the outline of her wet pussy. She’s nervous, and that gets me going even more. Her nerves make my desire more intense.
She should be like that with me. She should never be at ease but always on high alert to whatever it is I might crave.
Her pussy responds to my tender licks and kisses. She tries to squirm from underneath my grasp, but I pull her in tightly with my strong arms.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I murmur in between kisses.
She attempts to stifle her cries, but I can still hear her and how much she wants me.
Ian takes off his jeans and walks toward her.
“Ready for me, baby? I want to be down your throat. Open wide,” he says.
She follows his command, and he pushes his thick, large cock down her throat, and she can cry no more. Her sounds are muffled by his cock, but I know that she wishes to cry out my name.
“This is just the beginning,” Ian says. “We have so much to teach you.”
Tonight we’re going to show her unbounded ecstasy like she’s never experienced before. What were we thinking, competing for women? Together with our talents, we are much more effective.
I rotate my tongue around her clit, flicking it open before inserting a couple of fingers. With pleasure, I see that her pussy i
s tightening, clenching around my hand. I find her G-spot and start to move my fingers in a circular motion.
She moans around Ian’s cock as he pushes it further down her throat. She fights her gag reflex.
“Open your throat, baby,” he coos. “Take it all in.” She obliges, and he says, “Thatta girl. Take it even deeper.”
And he doesn’t stop pumping into her even as she starts to choke.
I do my job of trying to bring out her pleasure. She’s bucking violently toward my mouth.
“Wait for it, baby. Don’t come until I say so,” I say.
Ian leans over her. “Your throat feels so fucking tight. Show me how badly you want it, Meg.”
Evan sucks on one of her tits, and I grab the other. Just a palmful is all I need, and she has the nicest breasts.
I breathe hot air into her pussy and continue rotating my fingers.
At last, when I know she can’t take it anymore, I give her the command. “Now come. Do it now.”
She does as I say and easily let’s go. Her cries are muffled by Ian’s cock, but he gasps and comes at the same time she does.
I envy him and want to push my cock into her somewhere. I can tell she’s having an intense orgasm because her body starts to pulsate and fresh juices squirt into my mouth.
Ian groans as he sprays his cum down her throat. She swallows and is at last free to cry my name.
“Matt! Oh, fuck, Matt, that was so good.”
I smile a devious grin and push my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I’m going to make her come again and again and scream my name even louder.
Ian’s done. He removes himself from her chest, giving Evan some space. He’s been waiting in line so patiently.
He straddles her chest and starts to fuck her tits.
She says, “Mmmm, Evan. I want you to come on my face. And you guys, I want Paul, too.”
I’m taking her so hard that I hardly hear what she has to say. Paul comes in and joins us.
I have to pull out so we can flip her over. I get beneath her little body and allow her to ride my cock for a while. Such a glorious view of her tits from down here.
Paul gets the lube and then comes behind her. He pushes her chest down toward me, so he has adequate room to fuck her from behind. He covers her asshole in lube and pushes a finger inside of her.
He slowly works the finger in and out of her. When he feels she’s loosened up a bit, he pushes the second finger inside her hole.
I can feel his fingers through her body as I’m pushing into her. She’s riding my cock almost violently as she tries to take in what Paul’s doing.
Evan toys with her tits from beside us.
She’s free to cry our names, and she does. “Oh, you guys, fuck me, please.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I say, feeling pleased.
Paul takes his fingers out, and she cries, wanting to feel full again. That fullness is what she desires, and we’re going to give it to her. She has no idea just how much.
“Fuck, Paul. I want more. Please give me more,” she says, begging for it.
He happily obliges, but only by inserting a couple of fingers. We’re taking it slow to make her need us even more.
I can see it all taking place from my vantage point beneath her tight little body.
We continue on like this for a while, and I notice with satisfaction that her eyes are starting to roll into the back of her head.
I hope she can grin and bear it because there’s much more to come.
Chapter 48
Meg
The feel of Evan’s mouth sucking on my tits is thrilling.
His warm lips envelop me in a sense of love and safety.
His teeth, forcing my erect nipples to harden even more, cause me painful pleasure.
Electricity shoots from my breasts and down my pussy that’s throbbing around Matt.
I look into his fire-glazed eyes and realize it’s not over yet. Matt guides my hips in a rhythmic motion so that his cock circles around inside of me.
From behind, Paul is starting to get aggressive. He pumps two fingers in and out of my asshole, and it’s starting to hurt as he stretches me out.
Evan teases my tits, and there’s a glint of darkness in his eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how torturous it is.
I love the feeling, but it’s torture all at the same time.
The guys start to tear at my lace and leather lingerie. Now I get why the closet is fully stocked. They mean to destroy everything in there at some point.
Evan rips the fabric away from my breasts so that he has easier access. My tits heave as I breathe in hard, trying to keep up with all the sensations.
My eyes see men and madness. There’s candlelight and dark walls, toys meant to torture and entice. And then I’m consumed, seeing faces—handsome faces—of the guys I love and the guys who force me into limitless pleasure.
What am I getting myself into? It’s all too much and yet so very good at the same time.
Paul’s fingers find their way inside of me.
“Fuck, Paul, no. I’m not ready,” I say, trying to persuade him to hold back.
An earthquake is building within me, and I fear I won’t be able to stop. And they seem to know it.
“Get ready, baby,” Paul says.
I want him inside me, and yet I don’t. It hurts so bad, but it also makes me come so hard.
Matt’s cock feels so good, helping to take the edge off Paul’s painful entry. Together, they both work to make me feel full and safe, to the point that I want to explode around them.
I’ve never felt this way before....thunderous pleasure erupts in all directions. I shut my eyes, moan, and whimper, trying to remain steady as the walls come tumbling down.
They know what I need before I even say it. And I’ll never admit to this but...I like it.
Being theirs to command and claim is my ultimate desire. And being at their beck and call, at the focus of their adoration, is everything to me.
I come hard, and my body shakes. A sense of full sexual expression overwhelms me as my body takes over and my mind tries to take in all that’s happening.
Being the Belcourt muse comes with a certain amount of total submission that I find myself craving.
Thinking of being dominated by them all at once makes my climax all the more intense. I flick my eyes open to see expressions of hungry desire. They have no intention of stopping, even though I’ve just been broken open at the seams.
They want more...always more.
They anticipate what I need before I do. Their moves seem premeditated, and they bring me to a new awareness of what sexuality is. While this is foreign territory to me, the guys seem well aware of the path.
I trust them. I give in.
Matt guides my hips in a direction that pleases him around his cock.
“Finger yourself,” he says firmly.
I do it without delay. It feels so good to touch my clit while both men are inside of me. It gives me some sense of ease.
Paul takes note of what I’m doing and lubes up his cock nice and well with spit. Then he pushes into me, inch by slow inch. I cry out in pain that’s interspersed with pleasure.
“Paul, fuck. That feels so good,” I say through clenched teeth.
And just as I’m opening my mouth to scream, Ian approaches me with his large twelve-inch cock. It’s straight and perfect and big.
He gets on the bed, and I open my mouth obediently to take in all of him. Now I’m full in every way possible. Evan’s still playing with my tits, twisting them and biting them lest I ever could forget that he’s there.
I have all of my four men at once, and I’ve never been so happy, so deliriously happy.
“Are you okay, baby?” Paul asks.
I breathe deeply around Ian’s cock and nod.
You can do this, Meg. Just give in and everything will be okay.
Four men are hard to take, especially all at once. It’s one thing to be th
e object of their desire, and it’s quite another to experience it. These brothers are strong and powerful, and I’m feeling all of that right now.
Paul begins to fuck my ass, and I feel the rising sensations of pleasure swirl within my belly. I feel like I’m going to come and also like I don’t want to at the same time.
I want this experience to draw on forever. I want this feeling to envelop me for all time. It hurts, but then it feels oh so very good.
Matt’s cock continues to torment me from the inside. As he hits my G-spot, my pleasure magnifies.
Ian pushes his cock down my throat, and I’m grateful for it. There’s something about being so filled up like this that allows me to give into the rising sensations of pleasure.
I’m going to come, and I don’t bother trying to express that. They can feel exactly what my body’s doing.
I try to ride the waves of pleasure for as long as I can, but I come crashing down like a tidal wave.
My body’s convulsing from the intensity, and for a moment I lose all sense of time and space. The guys continue to pump into me from every which way. I’m not sure if they’ve even noticed my orgasm as they’re each so busy achieving their own climaxes.
I scream out around Ian’s cock in response to the wild amounts of euphoria taking me over. The ecstasy I feel is warm and cold all at the same time, and I savor it.
Though a blackout is imminent, I know that if it happens, I’ll continue to be in good hands.
The triumph at making me come so hard is evident because all three guys start pumping into me hard at the same time.
My orgasm rolls into the next one, and I can’t tell where it begins and ends. But all at once, Matt comes inside of me, and so does Paul.
I feel hot liquid dripping out of my pussy and my asshole. They groan in pleasure.
Ian pushes his cock another inch down my throat, and then he pulls just in time to spray his load all over my face.
My three men are satiated, but I can hardly tell because my head is in the clouds, in the far reaches of oblivion.
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