Seven Deadly Sins

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by K D Grace


  I grinned up at him. My heart felt light for the first time in months. “Well, if there is champagne on offer, then who am I to say no?”

  ♦♦♦♦

  Dai’s front door was cherry-red, like his sofa, and as I rapped my knuckles on it I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d done the right thing by bringing my strap-on. Of course, it was tucked down low in my handbag, but still, it was almost like jinxing my visit having it with me.

  Trouble was, all day long, sitting at my office desk, the only thing I could think of was how the evening might go. Instead of working out my clients’ taxes, I’d sifted through all kinds of scenarios, my imagination playing with a million daydreams — each one involved me wearing my cock and fucking Dai, or Nick, or just fucking in general.

  The door swung open and Dai stood there smiling, wearing grey sweats and a white t-shirt that had an embroidered eagle on the right side of the chest.

  “Hi,” he said. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

  “Thanks.” I passed him the bottle of wine I’d brought and stepped in.

  “I hope you like strawberries, I bought a big punnet. I thought they would go well with the champagne.” He clicked the door shut and gestured for me to walk towards the living room.

  “Mmm, I love them.” It was strange moving around the space I’d stared at so many times. Like walking onto a movie set or a house from my favourite soap.

  Suddenly I spotted Nick. He was sitting on the sofa looking out of the large window toward my building with his back to me. I’d thought I was going to be the first to arrive. When I’d glanced out of my bedroom window a little while ago, Dai had been alone, preparing the strawberries.

  I sucked in a breath and resisted the urge to wring my hands together. Meeting Nick was something I was very much looking forward to but I was also nervous about it. He was more dominant than Dai, the giver, the top. It was always him who instigated their sex.

  “Helen, this is Nick, Nick this is Helen, my bus stop companion.”

  Nick stood, turned to me and shoved his hand through his flopping blond hair. He grinned and stepped forward. “Helen, its good to meet you.”

  “You too.” I allowed him to shake my hand.

  “Dai tells me we’re celebrating. Happy birthday.” He released my hand.

  “Yes, er, thanks.”

  “Please, sit down,” Dai said, striding over to the kitchen area. “I’ll get the champers, it’s been on ice.”

  Nick sat back on the sofa and I sat next to him, but with a polite distance between us. I felt slightly star-struck. I knew Nick so well — sort of. What he looked like naked, how he liked to suck Dai’s dick for hours, teasing him, almost but not quite letting him cum. I knew that he had a bend in his cock and sported a tattoo on his right upper arm, which was now covered in a crisp, pale blue cotton shirt.

  “Here we go,” Dai said, putting a silver ice bucket on the table.

  A bottle of Moet stuck up from a glut of ice cubes. On the table, already set out, were three flutes, a bowl of strawberries and some white paper napkins.

  “This really is very kind of you,” I said, placing my bag by my feet.

  “Don’t mention it. I feel terrible for not inviting you round sooner,” Dai said. “We are always chatting in the mornings and I feel I know so much about you, yet we’ve never socialized.”

  “And I feel like I know you too,” Nick said, with a deep laugh. “Dai is always saying Helen this and Helen that.”

  “Does he?” I smiled and relaxed a little.

  “Yeah, he was telling me about that client of yours who was trying to dodge his taxes and wanted you to cover for him.”

  I shook my head. “I know, that was shocking. But it’s surprising how many people try it on.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Here we go.” Dai popped the cork on the Moet. It flew into the air and bounced off the arm of the chair. “Quick, glasses.”

  Froth dribbled over the top of the bottle and slewed down the foil. Scooting forward, I grabbed a flute and held it as Dai filled it with the pale golden fizz.

  When we each had a glass he raised his. “Happy birthday.”

  “Happy birthday,” Nick echoed.

  I grinned. “Thanks, its really kind of you to invite me over.”

  “Nothing kind about it, we’re pleased that you’re here celebrating your special day with us.”

  A little pang of guilt stabbed at my chest as I sipped my drink. My special day? Well it was now that I was here, but other than that it was just the 15th of October, nothing special about it.

  Oh well. Needs must.

  “So tell me more about your work?” Nick said, resting back and stretching his arm along the top of the sofa, towards me.

  Dai sat in the chair, one ankle resting on his opposite knee. He sipped his champagne.

  “Well it’s not that interesting really,” I said, reaching for a strawberry.

  “Oh, but I’m in business law and we have new clients looking for an accountancy firm. Perhaps I could send some business your way.”

  I nodded. Not quite what I wanted to talk about but I guessed until we’d all loosened up with alcohol there was no point going through with the daring part of my plan.

  An hour later the sun had slipped from the sky, the champagne was finished and the wine partly drunk. All that remained of the bowl of strawberries was a few scarlet smears on the smooth white china and one tiny green leaf.

  “So what did you get for your birthday?” Dai asked.

  I should have been mellow and relaxed but I wasn’t. I wanted to perch on the end of my seat, twist my fingers and jump straight to the point. I didn’t, of course.

  But maybe I should.

  I scooted forward and reached for my bag, lifted it onto my lap. Took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

  “Helen,” Dai said. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, fine.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yes.” I swallowed a large mouthful of wine and stared out at my dark bedroom window. This was it. It was now or never. I couldn’t go back to living with that tight, twisting jealousy. It would kill me sooner rather than later. I had to have it. I needed it now. I needed to be one of them. Have them see that I had a cock too and that I could fuck with it.

  “So what did you get?” Nick asked, tipping his head. “Everything you wanted?”

  I passed him my empty wine glass and he set it aside wearing a puzzled expression on his face.

  “Sort of,” I said, undoing the clasp on my bag and flipping it open.

  “Sort of?” Dai repeated, lowering his brows.

  I swear my jugular must have been visible. I could feel it throbbing in my neck. “Well I’m here,” I said.

  Dai laughed. “But that wasn’t really what you wanted.”

  Frowning slightly, I dug to the base of my bag. “Actually it was.”

  I wrapped my fingers around my cool, hard shaft. Gripped it tight. Its texture was reassuring, like holding the hand of a friend at a scary moment.

  Because this was scary. They would either kick me out, laugh, or be up for some steamy fun. I would sell my soul for it to be the latter.

  “Why would you want to come here so badly?” Nick asked.

  “Because, I’ve got this.” I tugged my cock past my purse, a packet of mints, a small make-up bag and out into the open. I had to lift it high, level with my face, to pull the strappy style panties out.

  Nick drew in a breath and widened his eyes.

  Dai uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. “Bloody hell. Is that what I think it is?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Fuck, it’s enormous,” Nick said, unblinking as he stared at it.

  A sudden balloon of pride grew in my chest. “It is pretty b
ig, isn’t it.”

  Nick scooted closer, tugged on his bottom lip and examined the head. “Its very realistic.”

  “I think so.”

  “What’s it made of?”

  “Silicone mainly.”

  “It’s even got veins, look Dai.”

  Dai stood and moved over to the sofa. He sat down with a heavy bump on the other side of me, so I was sandwiched between the two of them.

  “Crikey, so it has. It’s awesome, Helen. Where did you get it from?”

  “I ordered it online.”

  “Why?” Nick asked.

  I glanced between the two of them. Dai’s eyes were narrowed as if he was intrigued, Nick swept his tongue over his bottom lip leaving a delicate sheen. I knew that was a good sign.

  Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I stroked upward, right to the top then rimmed the groove beneath the glans with the tip of my index finger.

  “Because I wanted a cock.”

  I let the statement hang in the air, without further explanation or clarification.

  After a moment Nick said quietly, “You don’t mean as in, get fucked by a cock, do you?”

  “No, not at all.” I turned to him. “I mean I want a cock. I want what men have, what you two have. I want a cock attached to my body.”

  “Jesus.” Dai blew out a breath.

  There was a pause. I swallowed tightly.

  “Go on,” Nick said, leaning closer toward my stroking hand and my dick. “Tell me more about what you want, Helen.”

  Luckily the champagne and wine had made me bold. “I’m sick of just having a pussy and a clit. I want a cock. It’s not fair that I haven’t got one, that I can’t penetrate during sex and can’t climax in great big spurts. You can, why shouldn’t I be able to if that’s what I want?”

  Nick tugged at his shirt collar. “Okay. I see where you’re coming from.”

  I stared at Dai wondering what his reaction to my declaration would be. His gaze was glued on my cock and his breaths were shallow. I risked a glance at his groin and spotted a telltale bulge in his sweats. I beat down a wave of irritation that he could go from soft to hard with just dirty talk. Again, not fair.

  Eventually Dai cleared his throat and shifted on the seat. He looked into my eyes. “You want to fuck someone with that?”

  He pointed at my cock. It was sticking up from the juncture of my thighs where I’d unwittingly set it.

  “Yes,” I said firmly. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  Nervous silence stretched between us. Heat from their big bodies radiated the air around me. My cheeks felt flushed from drink and anxiety, but there was no going back now, that would be beyond foolish. I had to do something about my consuming need before it shredded the very core of my being.

  “Well, maybe, seeing as it is your birthday,” Nick said, resting his hand on my forearm and slowing my nervous movements over the head of my cock. “We should all have a little fun with your beautiful dick.”

  My heart flipped and my stomach clenched. I spun towards him. “Really?”

  He grinned devilishly. “Yes, really. I reckon Dai would cum good and hard with that up his ass.”

  “Fucking hell, Nick,” Dai snapped, standing and stepping toward the window. He stared out at the dark evening with his hands on his hips and his shoulders tense.

  Nick laughed. “What’s got you? Its not as if the thought didn’t cross your mind the minute you saw that impressive girth.”

  “What about you! Maybe you should have Helen’s monster cock up your ass.”

  Nick laughed. “I have to say, I’m getting keener on the idea by the minute.”

  “You are?” I said, nibbling my bottom lip and feeling heat spread through my pussy.

  This is going better than I could have dared hope.

  “Of course, it’s fucking beautiful.” Nick reached out and ran his index finger into my slit then over the flare of the glans to the tiny frenulum. He rubbed back and forth several times.

  A tremor ran up my spine. Nick’s touch was so delicate, so reverent. It was the sweetest thing that had ever happened to my cock.

  “Turn around, Dai,” Nick instructed.

  Dai remained still.

  “Dai,” Nick said in a much more authoritative tone. “Do as I tell you.”

  Dai slowly turned. All I could focus on was his enormous hard-on. It poled his sweats and I could make out the smoothness of his head through the material and the indent of his slit. He’d gone commando, as usual.

  “I can see how much you want it,” Nick said, standing and walking over to him. “Come on, let’s have some fun.” He cupped Dai’s cheek in his palm.

  Dai looked over at me. His pupils were wide, his brows low. He was breathing at a much faster rate than when he’d been relaxed and chatting. “It’s what you really want, Helen?” he asked.

  “Absolutely.”

  He gnawed at the inside of his cheek and dropped his attention to my cock.

  Nick slid his fingers into Dai’s hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I only want to make you happy, babe, and I have a feeling this will make you fly.”

  Dai swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to fly.”

  “So say it,” I said, angling the head of my cock towards him. “Say what you want.”

  “I...I want your cock to fuck me, Helen.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, fuck yes.” In one quick action he tugged off his t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. “I want that cock to fuck me so badly.”

  Pleasure surged through my system, his words music to my ears. My cock was finally going to get what it deserved.

  “Put it on then, Helen,” Nick said. “I take it you’re planning on wearing it...not holding it.”

  “Of course.” I stood and shook out the straps. I glanced up at them watching me.

  “Over your clothes or on bare flesh, it makes no difference to us,” Nick said.

  “I want it on bare flesh. So it’s a part of me. Like it’s really attached.”

  “Whatever you feel is right.” Nick undid his shirt and dropped it on the floor next to Dai’s.

  With shaking hands, I tugged down my jeans and knickers and stepped into the pantie part of the strap-on. I eased it up and tightened it, making sure the rubbery elevation was positioned over my now tingling clit.

  I left my t-shirt on. I didn’t need my breasts exposed. They had nothing to do with this evening. No, tonight was all about my cock.

  Finally.

  Tilting my chin upwards, I levelled my shoulders. Pulling in a deep breath, I allowed my huge cock to jut forward from my mons. It was weighty and the air was cool on my bare legs. Suddenly I felt so proud of my cock, it really was beautiful, all pink and shiny and twisted with raised veins. Not only that it was desired — it was desired to bring pleasure, to create ecstasy. These two hot men wanted it — Dai wanted it in his ass. I could hardly wait.

  Dai moved over to me, Nick close behind. Both dropped to their knees. I looked down at the top of their heads, at their partings and the whirl at the center of Dai’s crown.

  “Your cock is fucking awesome, Helen,” Nick said, once again delicately caressing the tip.

  Oh God, he so gets me.

  “Suck it,” I said boldly and put my hands onto my hips. The action jutted my cock a little closer to their faces.

  Nick glanced up, a twinkle in his eye. “Happily.”

  As he licked the end, Dai kissed the shaft. I had to buckle my legs to stay upright. Oh, they loved my cock. My big, hard, beautiful cock.

  “That’s it,” I said. “Swallow me, take me into your mouth. Deep.”

  Nick stretched his jaw wide and took in the head. I threaded my fingers into his hair and jerked forward.

  He groaned and clutched my wais
t. Took what I gave him.

  Dai wrapped his hand around my shaft and started an up-and-down caress.

  “Yes, that’s it,” I said, resting my other hand on his hair. “Like that.” The movements they were creating applied pressure to my clit. I tried to spread the feeling up the length of my shaft. What would it be like to have such sensitiveness on a huge expanse of flesh? This was as close to finding out as I was ever going to get.

  A drip of my moisture slicked from my pussy and I caught the scent of my arousal. I wished it could be pre-cum landing on the back of Nick’s tongue instead of just dampening my inner thighs.

  Suddenly they switched. Dai took me into his mouth as he stroked my shaft. Nick kissed over Dai’s hand and then onto the root of my cock.

  I let out a contented sigh and happily watched them adoring me.

  After a few minutes Nick stopped and looked up. “It’s time.”

  Dai let my cock slip from his mouth into his palm. “I like giving you head, Helen,” he said then gave a naughty schoolboy smirk.

  “You give head very well,” I said, tilting my brows and feeling like a master praising a servant.

  Nick was on his feet, reaching for the waistband of Dai’s sweats. With one sharp movement he dropped them down. Dai stood and turned slightly, as though hiding his nakedness.

  Little does he know I’ve seen it a hundred times before.

  “Come on, don’t be shy,” Nick cooed as he unhooked Dai’s sweats from his feet. “This is going to be fun. Not only that, you’re Helen’s birthday present. Now get yourself bent over the sofa with your hot little tush in the air.”

  Dai didn’t need asking twice. He settled his knees on the floor and pressed his chest into the red leather cushions, offering his buttocks up to me.

  I fisted my saliva-coated cock, adoring the feeling of anticipation it had created in Dai, the willingness to submit and make himself vulnerable. He was a big, strong guy, yet my cock had him naked and bent over, hoping and waiting for my attentions — my penetration.

  “You’ll need this.” Nick handed me lube.

  “And a condom,” I said.

  He huffed. “Why do you want a condom?”

  “Because to me my cock is real.” I frowned, irritated at being shaken from the fantasy.

 

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