A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  I nod. My stomach tightens a little, and a thrill travels through me. I like it when Kevin asks me into his office to talk about things that are unrelated to work. I like spending time with him, getting to know him as a person. I’m not planning on dating–my dad had cured me of that long ago–but sex with a stranger is impersonal, and even though Kevin and I are just fucking, it’s nice to get to know him a little.

  Besides, he is so fucking hot, and being around him always gets me thinking dirty thoughts. It’s convenient because it seems that he feels the same way.

  And then there is Scott. Kevin knows that we fucked, and he seems perfectly fine with it. Not that I have anything to feel guilty about. I am a free agent, and I can fuck whoever I want to. But with the two of them pushing for a threesome, I guess it is normal for each of them to know that they’ve both had me.

  And I don’t feel bad about that fact at all, either.

  I like that I’ve been with them both. And I like that they want to take this to a new level. It is different than anything I’ve done before, but I’m up for a challenge.

  I don’t know what it is about these two, but they seem happy enough to share. And that works for me. Oh, it really does.

  Once I finish my food, I go to Kevin’s office. He beckons me in, and I close the door behind me.

  Kevin gets up and walks to the full-length glass walls. He draws the blinds, creating privacy where there was none before. I am suddenly boxed into a space that seems much smaller. When Kevin turns around, it puts him right up against me. It is unexpected, and my breath hitches in my throat.

  We’ve only been together once, and his closeness is still unnerving.

  Kevin smells like cologne and desire.

  “I can’t work with you all day and pretend that I don’t want to fuck you,” he says.

  I shiver, a thrill running through me. Kevin places his hand on my neck, touching me lightly. He walks around me, stroking his fingertips along my collarbone, and it takes my breath away. It is the smallest bit of contact, and I’m getting wet.

  When Kevin stands behind me, he kisses my shoulder, and I shiver. His arms come around me. With one hand, he cups my breast, and with the other, he cups my pussy.

  A knock on the door makes me freeze. It opens a moment later, and Scott walks in, closing the door again. I taste my heart in my throat. If we’d gotten caught… I couldn’t think about it for long. Scott sees us, with Kevin’s hands on my body, and hunger fills Scott’s face. He walks toward me, and the way he comes toward us makes me think of a predator, stalking its prey. Or a predator that joined his pack mate to feast on a kill.

  The kill is me in that image, and I don’t care at all.

  When he stands in front of me, Kevin moves his hand on my pussy to my other breast, just before Scott presses himself against me. His cock is hard, and he gyrates his hips a little, pushing me back so my body presses against Kevin, his cock firm against my ass.

  I gasp. Scott kisses me, his tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately.

  The kiss doesn’t last long, and as if they’d both agreed on it, they let me go and step away. I am out of breath, hot and wet and so turned on I can barely stand. Kevin walks to his desk and makes a space, pulling himself onto it so that he sits on the desk with his legs hanging down. Scott turns one of the chairs facing the desk, and they look like nothing has happened at all.

  I am the only one that is unraveling.

  “Come, sit down, Carly,” Kevin says, gesturing to the other chair. I walk toward them on unstable legs and lower myself onto the chair.

  “When are we going to do it?” Kevin asks. His eyes are on me, piercing and so bright they look cerulean.

  “Soon,” I say in a breathy voice. Scott smiles. He knows what effect they had on me.

  Kevin nods, all business. “Tonight, I have something to do. A business dinner that I can’t get out of. Tomorrow night?”

  Scott nods. “Works for me.” They both look at me. We are talking about fucking each other, all three of us, like we are trying to schedule a business meeting.

  “Tomorrow night works for me, too,” I say.

  “We’ll come to your place,” Scott says.

  I blink at him. I am struggling to think straight. Blood is pumping to other places in my body, and talking about when and where seems so unimportant right now.

  “Mine?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” Kevin says. “We still have the investors to keep in mind, and it’s the least likely that paparazzi and the like will be watching there. We don’t need an article about this to leak because we got careless.”

  I nod. That makes sense.

  “Tomorrow night, then,” I say.

  Kevin

  Scott comes to my place first on Wednesday evening, before we go to Carly’s place. We go in the same car. Neither of us says much. My thoughts are consumed by what is going to happen, and I assume Scott’s mind is similarly occupied. The mood hangs thick in the air.

  I am aroused. I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe around it. I know Scott feels the same. You don’t drive toward a threesome and not think twice about how fucking hard you’re getting.

  When I glance at him, he looks deep in thought.

  “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

  “Tonight,” he says. “It’s finally happening. But I don’t know where she’s at, emotionally.”

  I shake my head. “Nowhere we need to worry about. I don’t get the idea that she’s in love with either of us. That’s why she’s so perfect for this.”

  Scott nods. “It would be a pity if her working relationship with you was fucked up because of this.”

  I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Soon enough I’ll win that bet and she’ll become VP.”

  Scott frowns at me. “You’re that confident?”

  I shrug again. I’m not sure if I am that confident or just unattached, if I have to be honest about it. I won’t just fire her if it goes sour. Of course, it will suck, but I can’t put her out on the street once I’m done with her. Carly is a nice person–beautiful, yes, fucking good in bed, too–but she is someone I’ve come to care for in a way. The best way to make all this work is to make sure it doesn’t go wrong.

  And if I manage to convince the board to make her our VP…well, that’ll make things easier.

  There isn’t more time to talk or think about it. We pull up in front of her apartment and get out. Scott and I are both wearing jeans and t-shirts–easy to get out of–and we both wear cologne. Nothing as sexy as drowning a woman’s senses.

  I knock on her front door and Carly opens it. She smiles when she sees us.

  “Come in,” she says and stands aside.

  I step in first, and Scott follows me. Carly closes the door behind us, and we turn to face her. She looks fantastic. She wears a white sheath dress with ballerina flats, and her hair hangs down her back in a loose braid. She wears just enough makeup to make her dark eyes look bigger and her lips luscious and kissable.

  The apartment smells of food.

  “I prepared dinner for us,” she says.

  “What?” Scott sounds as surprised as I feel.

  “I thought it would be a good idea to eat first, have a chat. You know, loosen up a little.”

  I smile at her. She is nervous about tonight. I guess I can’t blame her. I’m not nervous. I’m horny, but I understand.

  “Besides, we’ll need the energy,” she adds.

  Scott laughs.

  Carly’s apartment isn’t very large. The dining room table is set up in the far corner of the living room, opposite the door, and she prepares chicken and vegetables for us. We sit down and eat, making small talk. She bought wine as well, and we all sip from long-stemmed glasses. I don’t need alcohol for tonight, but she is drinking to loosen up.

  “How are things with your sister?” I ask when we are headed toward the end of dinner.

  Carly shrugs. “She’s still in a mood. They don’t usually last this long.”

/>   “Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Scott asks.

  “Oh, sure. She’ll come around, eventually. She’s just full of shit sometimes, but it’s been the two of us since my dad left.”

  She finishes her first glass of wine, and Scott pours her another.

  I put my knife and fork together. “Your dad left?” I ask.

  Carly nods. “When we were little. I was nine, Emma was seven. We’ve stuck together since then. It’s always been the two of us. At least, it was until she started dating Ron. Now, she has someone else, and it’s just me.”

  She shrugs and smiles like it isn’t a big deal, but I get the feeling that it is.

  “And you?” I ask. “No prince charming to sweep you off your feet?”

  Carly laughs. “Bit late to be asking me that, now, isn’t it?”

  Scott and I both chuckle. “I guess it is,” I say.

  “No, there isn’t a prince charming,” I say. “Besides, if there were, I wouldn’t be able to have a night like tonight with two handsome studs like you.”

  She blushes at her own words, and it’s endearing. Just like that, the conversation moves away from serious things and toward what the rest of the night would hold.

  “If you were mine, I’d be worried,” Scott says. “Too many men will want you.”

  Carly blushes again. “I already agreed to sleep with you. You don’t have to charm the pants off me.”

  I laugh. “That’s not what it’s about,” I say. “I don’t think I’d want to share you, either.”

  Her eyes are full of laughter when she looks at the two of us.

  “You kind of are,” she says to me. She drinks the rest of her wine a lot faster.

  I look at Scott, who shrugs, and we both laugh. It’s true. We are sharing her. But with Scott, it’s different. Scott is my main man. We are tight.

  Carly gets up and starts clearing plates. Scott and I both help her by taking something from the table to her little kitchen. She stacks dishes in the sink. Scott glances at me. I know what he is thinking. It’s time to fuck her now. The hunger on his face is apparent. I am hard, too, my cock throbbing in my pants. I want her, and I want her now.

  Scott is the one to make the first move. He walks to Carly and turns her toward him so that she lets go of whatever she is holding in the sink. He cups her breast and kisses her. She gasps, and I see him squeeze her through the white material. She melts a little, and I watch them for a moment as my friend massages her breast. His other hand is behind her neck, holding her there as his tongue explores her mouth.

  He is taking charge. It’s what she needs.

  I walk to them and stand behind her, the same way we’d been in my office during lunch yesterday. I put my hands on her hips and grind my cock against her ass. She moans into Scott’s mouth.

  “Come,” Scott says, breaking the kiss and taking her hand.

  I take her other hand, and Scott leads us down the short hallway to the main bedroom at the end. When we are in the room, Carly turns to us.

  “Stay there,” she says. “No touching.”

  She is confident now. The wine has loosened her up just enough, and now that lust has been thrown into the mix, she is all sexual energy.

  She reaches for the hem of her dress, crossing her arms and pulling her dress over her in one quick motion. She drops the white material on the floor and stands in front of us, completely naked. She hasn’t worn any underwear at all.

  Carly turns around so we can see her ass. She bends over, spreading her legs, showing herself to us.

  Scott starts forward.

  “Stay there,” Carly says.

  I swallow hard. It looks like Scott struggles to obey, but we both stand rooted to the spot and watch as Carly moves forward and crawls onto the bed. The crawl is deliberately slow, exposing her ass and her pussy to us as she creeps toward the pillows.

  When she reaches them, she turns around and lays down on her back. She’d gotten rid of her shoes without me noticing.

  Carly spreads her legs and looks me in the eyes before she slides her glance to Scott. I can hear my friend breathing harder. My cock throbs in my pants, aching to be inside of her.

  Carly puts her hands on her breasts and massages them, pinching her own nipples, tugging at them. She makes small mewling sounds when she does. Scott is undoing his pants, and he pulls his cock free. He is about as hard as I am, although a little bigger. He is taller than I am.

  I turn my eyes back to Carly. Her legs are still wide and her bare pussy glistens, her arousal clear. She tips her head back, her lips parted, and she focuses on her breasts.

  I can’t help myself. I unzip my own jeans and pull my dick free, too. Scott is already running his hand up and down his own shaft, stimulating himself. I do the same, palming my own flesh. My eyes are on Carly’s tits, on the way she touches herself.

  Carly holds one hand on her breast and slides the other down her stomach, over her pubic mound, her fingers pushing into her slit. She moans when her fingertips brush over her clit. Scott makes a growling sound next to me, and I know his need is just as strong as mine.

  “You’re torturing us, kitten,” Scott says in a deep voice. He is so turned on. Kitten. I forgot that’s what he calls his women.

  Carly answers him with a gasp. She pushes her fingers into her pussy, and I groan. I pump my own hand slowly, teasing myself as much as she is teasing me.

  Her fingers work faster and faster, in and out of her, her own thumb on her clit. She holds her nipple between two fingers and squeezes, crying out. An orgasm rocks through her. I can see her body suddenly contract, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes for us at her own hand.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Scott bites out through gritted teeth, and he lets go of himself so he can get undressed. He whips off his shirt, pulls down his pants, and in no time at all, he is naked.

  I follow suit. I get naked, too. I am still stripping when Scott walks over to Carly. He gets onto the bed, and Carly rises to meet him. It’s like it has been choreographed, like they both know what the other is thinking. Scott kneels on the bed, and Carly moves around to meet his cock with her mouth.

  She closes her mouth over his dick, and he groans with a long sigh. She slides her mouth over him, and I want in, too. As if she knows, she stretches her arm toward me, palm open.

  I don’t wait to be asked twice. I get onto the bed, too, and grab her hand, guiding her to my cock. Her fingers wrap around my cock. Scott’s hand is behind her head, holding her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

  A moment later, I watch the full size of him pop out, and she moves her head toward me. She reaches for him with her other hand, pumping her hand up and down his slick shaft while her lips close around my own cock.

  I sigh the moment my dick enters her hot mouth. She sucks me, pushing her head forward so that I go balls deep. She pushes me all the way in, past her nasal cavity, deep throating me. She isn’t breathing.

  One, two, three pumps, and she pulls back far enough to gasp for air. She only takes two breaths before she plunges me back between her lips, and I watch as her head bobs back and forth, fucking me with her mouth.

  Carly is still working Scott with her hand. I glance at him, and his face is pure bliss. She swaps positions again, her mouth around his dick and her hand pumping mine. She is changing it up, servicing both of us like a natural, like she has done something like this before.

  Fuck. Me.

  Scott

  This is happening. We are doing this. Carly’s mouth is stretched around my cock, her red lips thin and her dark eyes turned up to look at me. One hand cups my balls, and she squeezes them just enough to push me closer to the edge.

  Her other hand is wrapped around Kevin’s cock. Kevin grunts as she jacks him off. The same woman is doing both of us at the same time.

  It won’t be long before we are both going to fuck her, and we’ll finally know for sure who’s the one capable of making her moan
the loudest. That’s only a side bet, but now it’s the only thing on my mind.

  And with someone like Carly? God. She is the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time, and she is willing to experience new things and wild enough to enjoy it. It is the perfect combination. Women like her–drop dead gorgeous, sexy as hell and willing to break every rule of convention–are very hard to come by.

  Or come on. I smile at my own little joke.

  I don’t spend more time thinking about my own wit and my ability to pull a woman like Carly. I want to fuck her. I’ve waited long enough.

  I pull her by the hair–lightly enough to not be rude about it, but demanding enough that she listens–and her mouth slides off my cock.

  “Turn around, kitten,” I say. “And on all fours.”

  When she does as I ask, I put my hands on her hips. Kevin stands next to me, watching her present her ass to me without arguing about it.

  “That’s my dirty girl,” I say. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Oh, god, please,” she says in a breathy voice. “Both of you.”

  I shiver and look at Kevin. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, lips parted. He is just as turned on as I am.

  I run my hands down Carly’s slit.

  “She’s so wet,” I tell Kevin.

  He swallows hard. I push the tip of my cock against Carly’s entrance, and she holds her breath. When I push into her, she lets out the breath in a long, low moan. Being inside of her is sexual bliss. Her pussy is tight, pulling me in, and I slide in all the way to the hilt.

  “You’re my little whore, baby,” I say, stroking my cock in and out of her. I move slowly, watching my thick flesh split her body open and slide in and out, in and out. Kevin’s hand is on his cock, and he pumps his hand up and down, keeping himself in the moment while I fuck Carly.

  She moans as I move faster and faster, pumping into her. Her body rocks back and forth.

  I look at Kevin. His eyes meet mine, and I nod my head toward her.

  Kevin doesn’t need much to understand what I mean. He moves around Carly so that he is at her head, and he stands in front of her by the bed, with his cock protruding. He puts his hand under her chin and lifts her face. Her back arches, her ass pushing toward me. I don’t stop fucking her.