by B J Wane
Checking herself in the mirror, she acknowledged how dangerous it was to her well being to keep referring to Mac and Sam as her boys and wishing the three of them had a real relationship. She didn’t know when she had come to care so much for two men; and, if asked to, she knew she would never be able to choose between the two. Maybe, given that dilemma, it was best their liaison was soon to end. If the killer didn’t take their bait, Mac and Sam’s task force would have to come up with an alternative plan, and she would have to return to having vanilla sex with one man instead of having her every desire indulged by two.
Ella had just gotten used to leaving her large breasts unbound and going without panties, and the thought of returning to those constrictions as well as the ones expected of most lovers, was depressing. Just last evening before work, she had the pleasure of taking Sam’s cock down her throat and swallowing his come while having her ass stretched and filled with Mac’s cock and sperm. Even so, with her breasts spilling out of her top and her bare pussy and ass rubbing against the rough denim of her shorts, she ached to feel her nipples pinched hard and her orifices filled with their toys or their hard cocks.
The sound of Mac and Sam’s arrival had her shoving aside thoughts of this relationship going any further than a means to an end. Of course, convincing her mind of that was easier than convincing her heart, especially when it jumps crazily at just the sight of her boys.
“Hi,” she greeted them before grabbing her bag and locking the door behind her. “I’m ready.”
“A woman who’s on time. Where’s the fun in that?” Sam smiled as he brushed his lips over hers. “Now we’ll have to find some other reason to punish you.”
“Since when do either of you need a reason?” Ella laughed as Mac held the car door for her.
“True.” Mac’s hand landed hard on her ass as she bent to get into the car. “It’s just that with you there seems to always be a reason.”
“So, why golf? Is this a favorite Friday night entertainment for you two?” she asked, loving the tight fit of the three of them in the front seat.
“We thought you needed an evening of relaxing fun without any sexual demands. It’ll give your mind and your body some down time before tomorrow,” Sam answered, taking her hand in a casual grip.
“No sex?”
Both Mac and Sam laughed at her surprised shock and blatant disappointment. “Despite what you may think, Ella, Sam and I do have good times with women that don’t include whipping her ass or fucking her blind. Haven’t you ever hung out with a guy, gone to a movie, or out to eat and didn’t end up naked together?”
“Well, sure. Unfortunately, more times than not, which is why, when I can get it, I want it.”
“You’re pouting, Blondie,” Sam said.
She was, she admitted, but with good reason. “Yeah, well, you two have got to indulge in your ….”
“Fetishs,” Mac supplied when she floundered.
“Yes, more than I have. I need to get it while I can or make some contacts at the club for after this guy is caught.”
“Yeah, well, let’s just concentrate on having a good time tonight and getting you through tomorrow,” Sam replied rather brusquely.
“Yeah,” Mac added. “You don’t need to be thinking about our replacements just yet.”
“Now, who’s pouting?” If she didn’t know better, Ella could have sworn they sounded jealous. She wasn’t going to allow her wishful thinking to mar what little time she had left with them or to spend it without indulging in any sexual scenarios.
It was a warm evening which meant the miniature golf course was crowded. That made it more difficult, but not impossible, to hopefully arouse the boys enough that they will forget their silly idea of spending the evening without sex. As they waited in line to get their golf clubs and balls, she made sure she leaned next to each of them, letting them feel her breasts against their arms, her hard nipples poking them, allowing the skimpy cover to gap enough to give them a glimpse of what they were feeling. Unfortunately, both men ignored her overture.
On the first hole, she bent more at the waist than was necessary, sticking her ass out and revealing even more of her breasts. No response. On the second hole, she ran her palm over Mac’s tight buttocks while smiling naughtily at Sam. Sam just raised his brows at her while Mac moved out of her reach.
“You’re holding that too tight,” Mac said on the third hole. Moving behind her, he reached around and showed her how to ease up on the club. Ella felt his erection, pleased her actions were taking effect. Leaning slightly, she rubbed her buttocks over his crotch, loving the feel of him hard against her and his rough breath in her ear. “Ella,” he warned sternly.
She turned her head slightly until their lips met. “What?” she breathed innocently.
“Cut it out.” Stepping back, he gave her one of his cute half grins. “Your shot, sweetheart.”
Frustrated, Ella turned, whacked the ball and watched it bounce right off the green, nowhere near the windmill it was supposed to go into. On the fifth hole, she blatantly reached between Sam’s legs and cupped his balls, causing his aim to be thrown off and the woman behind them to gasp in shock.
Sam turned to the red faced woman, saying, “Forgive our date, Ma’am, it’s been awhile since we’ve let her out of the house.” Grabbing Ella’s hand, he pulled her to the next tee off. “It’s not gong to work, so lay off, Ella.”
Enjoying herself immensely, she smiled sweetly at both of them. “I don’t want to.”
“It’s not going to matter, so you may as well. We’re not going to fuck you tonight,” Mac replied loud enough to draw another gasp from the same woman.
Ella chuckled at her outrage, deciding to add to it. “Then you’ll have to punish me because I’m not giving up."
“We’re leaving!” the woman announced indignantly before turning and marching off.
“Now see what you’ve done and all for nothing. No sex and no spankings tonight.” Sam patted her cheek lightly. “Now, be a good girl and play with your own ball this round.”
“Fine,” she puffed out, “but I’ll pretend it’s yours when I whack it.” Her look included both of them.
Ella continued to bait them, although not quite so blatantly, and they continued to berate her good naturedly. Mac beat Ella and Sam by several strokes, so Sam decided he had to foot the bill for the pizza.
“Aren’t the losers supposed to pay up?” he complained as they stepped into the Pizza Palace, a restaurant that was famous for its Chicago style pizzas.
“I’ll pay if you’ll fuck me tonight,” Ella offered brightly.
“No,” they both declined together.
Over pizza, Mac and Sam regaled her of some of their wilder childhood escapades, making her laugh until tears rolled. She revealed a little bit more about her and Melanie’s relationship, trying to make them horny by giving detailed descriptions of some of their intimate moments together. They were both shifting uncomfortably in their seats by the time Mac signaled for the check.
“Someday, when this is all over,” he said, “Sam and I wouldn’t mind watching you two together.”
Ella smiled sweetly at him as he held the door open for her. “I’ll arrange it if you’ll fuck me tonight.” She was so turned on her shorts were damp and sticking to her.
A look passed between Mac and Sam as they each took a hand and led her down the sidewalk instead of to the parking lot. “We said we wouldn’t fuck you, Blondie, not that we wouldn’t get you off,” Sam said.
Tripping over herself with excitement and lust, she let them pull her into a nearby park and behind a low hedge of bushes. “Here?” she gasped as Sam lowered her halter and gathered her freed breasts into his hands.
“Here, now,” Mac replied gruffly behind her so she was sandwiched between the two. His hands went to her shorts where he quickly and deftly had them undone and dropped to her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed to anyone who came by. “Make it fast, baby, before we have to flip o
ut our badges to keep us out of jail.”
Ella happily, eagerly complied as Mac’s fingers pushed unerringly through her slick folds, his thumb rasping her swollen, aching clit while Sam’s lips latched onto her right nipple. Crying out at the double onslaught, she held Sam’s head to her breasts, loving the hard pull of his mouth and the tight pinch of his fingers on her sensitive tips. Grinding her cunt down onto Mac’s hand, she laid her head back on his shoulder and let the pleasure take over. When Mac’s other hand wedged between her buttocks, two fingers sliding into her anus, she fell into orgasmic bliss, losing herself as her body rocked through the climax while the two of them held on to her tightly.
She was still shuddering and trying to catch her breath as they righted her clothes and, once again, took her hands to lead her back to the car. “Well,” she exhaled roughly, at a loss for words.
The following night, Ella waited in a small separate sitting room off The Loft’s main room, her heart beating rapidly in fearful anticipation. It wasn’t fear of the physical act that had her palms sweating, but rather whether or not she would be able to pull this off well enough to fool anyone. Though her hands would be secured at the wrists to the chair, all she had to do was circle her first finger and thumb on either hand to signal Mac and Sam that she wanted to call a stop. They repeatedly went over everything last night on the way back to her apartment. They would be within arms distance of the stage where she was to be displayed and fucked and would keep an eye out for her signal or call a stop if either of them wasn’t comfortable with what was going on, otherwise, the initiation lasted an hour and no more.
Ella stood on shaky legs when the door opened. Mac strode in wearing a scowl and carrying short handled flogger. “What’s that for?” she asked warily.
“What do you think it’s for?” he snapped.
Ella’s brows lowered as she scowled back at him. “Lisa didn’t get whipped before her initiation last week.”
“Then either she or her Dom isn’t into that. You and I and Sam are. Are you saying you don’t want me to use this on you tonight?”
Ella couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the pleasure/pain she received from the leather strips and having an audience. She knew it would only heighten the experience. “No, I just wasn’t expecting it. Why are you so grumpy?”
Mac eyed her broodingly. Dressed in nothing but another sheer sleeveless sheath, she was every man’s fantasy, a walking wet dream, and what could be their worst nightmare. He and Sam had admitted their feelings ran deeper for her than either had planned on, which was making this final step in their plan more difficult. Neither of them had ever been prone to jealousy, until now.
“I just don’t want you hurt,” he admitted gruffly.
Ella walked over to him and kissed him lightly. “You and Sam won’t let anything happen to me,” she stated with confidence.
“Damn right. Let’s get this over with. You remember your signal?”
Ella nodded and let him lead her out, following behind him with her head down and her heart beating a mile a minute. A quick glance beneath her lashes showed her the room was full, and she was glad she would be blindfolded so she wouldn’t know which of the men would be fucking her.
Sam winked at her and joined Mac as he led her to the fucking chair, as she dubbed it. Ella tuned out the murmurs and let herself sink into submission as Mac pressed her down on the seat, her back to the audience, Sam’s hands anchoring hers behind her back. She felt nothing but pleasure and excitement as her dress was lifted, baring her ass to the room full of people. As the first stroke of the flogger inflamed her skin, she closed her eyes and let herself drift on a sea of white hot sensation.
She gasped loudly as the leather snapped against her flesh, panted heavily as the pain built with each stroke, along with the heat and the pleasure pulsing through her. She whimpered as he whipped her thighs, cried out and spread her legs further when he aimed between them. The bite of the strands against the sensitive, swollen folds of her pussy pushed her closer to climax and made her ache to be filled. Her ass was lifting for each stroke, her mind reeling with the onslaught of emotions coursing through her as she gave herself over to the inevitable and tumbled into climax. Shuddering, she shook with the pain induced pleasure.
She had no time to come down from the unexpected high before she was lifted, stripped, and blindfolded. Mac and Sam hoisted her onto the padded seat, raised her knees to her chest, securing them in place before strapping her wrists to the sides. Perched right on the edge of the short seat, her cunt and ass were exposed and easily accessible.
“Remember, Blondie,” Sam whispered in her ear, “Mac and I will be right here.” He kissed her hard, followed by Mac, before she felt them move away.
She had no time to dwell on the pain from her whipping as she felt a hard body move between her spread thighs. Large hands cupped her breasts as a hard cock filled her cunt in one smooth thrust. Crying out, she lifted toward the intrusion, eagerly accepting his invasion, another orgasm rippling through her with the force and speed of lightning.
What followed was a combination of erotic pleasure and total submission as she allowed herself to be publicly fucked by this stranger, followed by another in her cunt and then another in her ass. The seat back was lowered enough for her to take the cock that was prodding her mouth while another entered her pussy. She was extremely grateful for the lubed condoms and that none of them were too rough. She came several times, her body covered in sweat, her breathing labored as she struggled to accept the part of her that was enjoying this perverse pleasure, and fought to suppress the part that wanted desperately to call a halt.
Sam and Mac were watching her closely, waiting for any little sign that she wasn’t willing to continue. Finally, it was Sam who couldn’t stand to see her take another cock; and, by the look on Mac’s face, he was in agreement. With a silent motion, they each raised a hand, calling a stop to the initiation. There were moans of disappointment from a few men who didn’t get their turn; but, all in all, everyone was okay with their decision.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Mac told her quietly as he and Sam worked to free her. “Can you walk?” he asked with concern as Sam removed the blindfold.
Ella just nodded as they slipped her dress over her head. She was sore and wobbly but nothing she couldn’t handle. Her body was flushed, her hair damp with sweat and clinging to her, and she reeked of sex. Suddenly, her emotions took a nosedive. She felt used and degraded as the club’s patrons went about their entertainment, forgetting her as easily as they had fucked her. She couldn’t explain why that bothered her or why she wanted to flee to the comfort of her apartment. For the first time since she had taken up with both Mac and Sam, she felt like a slut. Afraid of what she would see on their faces, she kept her eyes downcast as they bid farewell to a few friends and led her out the back way.
“I’ll get the car,” Mac stated when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
“You need to soak in a hot bath when you get home, Ella, and don’t worry about anything. We’re going to stake out your place the rest of the night. All the other girls were abducted sometime after they returned home. If anyone approaches your apartment, we’ll be able to see them, but they won’t see us until we’re on them.”
“Relax, Sam. I’m fine, and I’m not worried. I know you’ll be there,” Ella reassured him without looking at him. For some reason, she was finding it difficult to face them, afraid of what she would see.
Mac pulled up and they drove back to her place in silence. At her door, Mac kissed her lightly and Sam hugged her. “You did great, Ella,” Mac said. “Let’s hope your sacrifice was worth it.”
She finally got the nerve to look at them. Although self doubts about her actions tonight were plaguing her, she drew some comfort from the approval and concern she saw on their faces. “Yes, let’s hope so. Good night.”
“She’s feeling insecure,” Sam commented as they walked back to the car.
“Yeah, s
he should never play poker. She wears her heart on her sleeve.” Mac pulled out of the parking lot and drove up the street to Sam’s truck. “We’ll check on her after this case is closed, make sure she’s coping okay.”
“Then let’s get this son of a bitch. I’ll relieve Jacobs on the north. I’ve got my transmitters on.” Sam got in his truck and went to relieve the watch they had on Ella’s place while Mac snuck back around, traded vehicles, and then returned to the parking lot to relieve that watch. They didn’t trust anyone but themselves to keep an eye on her tonight. Neither of them admitted their reluctance to end their relationship with Ella.
Chapter Fourteen
An hour later, Ella was relaxing after a long, hot soak in her bath. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt, she sat flipping through channels on the television. Though physically tired, she couldn’t turn her brain off to go to sleep just yet. Now that the ‘big event’, as she labeled it, was over, she felt let down and out of sorts. She had spent weeks preparing for tonight, both physically and mentally. That she had enjoyed the prep for her undercover debut went without saying, that she had come to care more for her two instructors was nothing short of idiocy. Now that it was over, she felt strangely let down. She knew her time with Mac and Sam was at an end, just as she knew she didn’t have the heart or the nerve to continuing patronizing Legends or The Loft without them by her side. They are the ones who made her experiences there exciting, who made her heart pound with longing, and her body vibrate with need. They are who she wanted and who she couldn’t have.