By the time all three of them were naked from the waist up and the guys’ zippers down, Payton could hear her own labored breath and feel her chest heaving. So much maleness, all around her—her skin seemed to pulse with its very presence. Oh God, she loved this, absolutely craved this. And it was happening—her ultimate fantasy was coming true. Having Daniel, their long-time family employee, as part of it was highly unexpected—but then, all of it was unexpected.
She reached up, touching Scott’s chest with one hand, Daniel’s with the other. She looked back and forth between them, just savoring the moment, readying herself for more. As Scott reached to cup one of her breasts in his palm, running his thumb across the stiff pink peak, Daniel slid his hand across her smooth stomach. Her cunt felt swollen, like the biggest part of her—and yet…she was driven to do something that wouldn’t relieve that particular need at all and would surely only increase it. She was driven to let herself experience the reality of having two guys at once, pleasuring two men at once, in the most up-close and personal way she could imagine.
So she moved both her hands downward, over their stomachs—and into their open pants. Her left hand found Scott’s big cock just a brief second before her right hand closed over Daniel’s. He was not as big as Scott—she could tell that by feel alone—yet he was perfectly hard, perfectly hot, and adequately thick in her fist. Both men gasped at her touch and, unpredictably, the responses made her feel more powerful than she ever had in her life.
Her breath came more labored and her breasts heaved still more as she grew used to what she held in her grasp, beginning to knead them as if they were cylinders of dough. She loved hearing the masculine moans and sighs mix in the air.
And with that, she proceeded to stoop between them, still wearing her skirt and wedge heels, and still holding on to both solid shafts. Then she leaned to take Scott’s in her mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered as she went down on him, still feeling that strange, glorious power. She had one man’s cock between her lips and another’s in her hand and the mere knowledge felt more incredible than she could have anticipated. “Aw, baby, suck it,” Scott said as Daniel sighed in rhythm with her kneading of his dick.
She loved the way Scott’s rock-hard column filled the recesses of her mouth and loved knowing they both watched her slide up and down on it. Finally, she released the wet shaft and turned to Daniel’s. She bit her lip, inspecting it visually for the first time.
Yes, as she’d expected, he was smaller without being at all small—similar to her previous lovers. But he was indeed thick—as thick, she suspected, as Scott—and his cock possessed a slight, graceful curve to it, arcing up toward his stomach.
To acquaint herself with it this first time, she licked the length of it—felt the hard veins against her tongue, listened to him moan. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue over the slightly softer head, currently a deep pink shade. And then she took him into her mouth, the same as she had Scott.
“Unh—oh Christ,” he murmured, his British accent once again reminding her that this was Daniel, her father’s butler, who she’d known for years. But this time, rather than awkwardness or embarrassment, she felt more of that power. She felt wild, brazen, the naughty girl in her coming out full force.
She sucked Daniel with vigor as she continued working Scott’s huge erection in her fist, and it provided a unique thrill to know he was watching her with another man.
Maybe it didn’t matter since they barely knew each other, but it still felt hot. She felt…as wild as all the other girls he’d been with before, like maybe she was no longer on the outside peeking in.
She moved back and forth between the two mouth-filling cocks, wantonly ravenous for them both, pleasing herself by knowing she could please two men at the same time.
She felt like the personification of raw sexuality and in that moment, she wanted to be nothing more—she was truly fulfilled by the power this delivered.
By the time her lips felt tired, stretched, her pussy was extremely ready for some attention, so she released both phalluses from her grip and rose to her heels to peer back and forth between them, saying in her sultriest voice, “Do dirty things to me.”
Both Scott and Daniel began to kiss her, touch her. So much that she could barely think about or recognize who was doing what. One of them would kiss her mouth while the other nibbled on a breast. At the same time, their hands roamed her—rubbing, caressing, massaging her breasts, tummy, back, ass. So much pleasure vibrated through her body that it was a wonder to her she could stand.
As Scott rained kisses across her shoulder, she glanced down to see Daniel’s tongue circling her sensitive nipple. The sounds of all three of them panting, moaning, sighing reverberated through the room. Scott fondled her other breast as her cunt pulsed like mad beneath her skirt.
“Suck my other tit,” she whispered to him. “Please.” She just wanted to see that—two men at her breasts at once.
And when Scott obeyed her demand, the sight, and the sensation it delivered, nearly buried her. Her knees went weak and she couldn’t hold in her moans. She watched—Scott’s dark hair contrasting with Daniel’s lighter locks; she felt the hot, hard pull from both their mouths. “Oh God, that’s good—so good,” she told them.
And then Scott smoothly slid his palm up her inner thigh, under her skirt, until his fingertips pressed into her engorged pussy through her sheer white thong. “Oh! Mmm, yes, good.” She parted her legs automatically, in desperate need, and soon his touch slid inside the fabric, his fingers sinking into her swollen wet folds.
Oh Lord, she could barely stand now, moving against Scott’s hand, her body commanding it. She reached out and again found those two deliciously hard cocks and stroked them in her fists. “So big,” she heard herself murmur. “So hard.” Her hands had never felt so very filled with an almost overwhelming masculine strength.
Finally, Scott released her nipple from his mouth and peered up at her. “I need to fuck you, baby,” he told her, then gently closed his teeth around the hardened pink peak for good measure.
The very sight made her moan. And say, “Then fuck me.”
She pulled at the tie at her waist to loosen the skirt, and releasing another tie on the inside made it fall away.
“My dear Payton,” Daniel said, perusing her in only the white thong and heels,
“your body is even more divine than I imagined.” Which made her bite her lower lip and cast him a sexy little grin—it was more than a little nice to know he’d wondered.
It was Scott, who’d now dropped his shorts and underwear, then moved behind her to sit naked on the edge of her leopard-print-covered bed, who reached up to peel down her thong. She stood patiently until it dropped to her ankles and then extracted one foot in order to move freely.
Not that she had much choice on exactly how to move since Scott’s hands were back at her hips, molding to them now, pulling her back to sit on his cock.
“Oh!” she exclaimed when her pussy was lowered to the head of his erection—nothing had ever felt more welcome to her needy cunt. She found herself balancing there, though, preparing herself for what was to come.
She glanced over her shoulder at Scott. “Are you ready for this big cock, honey?” he asked, voice deep, dirty.
It made her ready. So she bit her lip, met his hungry gaze with her own, and said,
“Help me. Push me down.”
“I’m gonna go real slow here,” he said, voice still teeming with raw lust, “so you can adjust to it on the way down, and because I want to feel your tight little pussy take every inch.”
She sucked in her breath, excited beyond words.
But then she looked back to Daniel, who still stood nearby. She didn’t want to leave him out—the whole point here was to have two men. And she felt so utterly dirty now that she didn’t even consider her words—just said what she wanted. “Kneel down between my legs and watch my pussy swallow this cock.” She’d kept her legs parted,
over top of Scott’s, just for that purpose, to put herself on display.
Daniel, looking nearly entranced, did as she said. And then Scott pushed her oh so slowly down, impaling her. A moan erupted from deep inside her at the impact—oh God, he was so large, and it was challenging to take him, just like last night. But not as challenging. And the difficulty combined with an undeniably thick pleasure that made all the blood drain from her face—and head straight to her clit. Or at least that’s how it felt.
She let out long, heady sighs as she began to slide slowly up and down Scott’s pole-like cock with his help.
“You’re so fucking wet, honey,” he murmured hotly, but she already knew because her movements on him were slick and smooth. And she relished the fact that Daniel’s gaze was locked there, where she took Scott into her, clearly enraptured by every slow, deep descent.
“Lick me, Daniel,” she said without thinking. Again, it was what she wanted in that moment and it didn’t even occur to her not to demand it. “Lick my naughty little pussy.”
“My pleasure,” he said, sounding weak, then leaned in to rake his tongue through her drenched pink folds.
“Oh!” she cried out at the intense pleasure it brought when added to the fullness of Scott’s erection inside her. “Oh—oh yes!”
She began to move faster then, undulating automatically against Daniel’s mouth even as she began short downward thrusts on Scott’s enormous, filling shaft. Behind her, Scott growled, tightened his grip on her hips and helped her move that way, harder, faster. Daniel pressed his palms to her inner thighs, caressing as he ate her vigorously now, licking, mouthing her, making her crazy with the consuming heat it all delivered.
She braced her hands on her knees for balance, panting hard, soaking up every dirty pleasure. She wondered at one point if Daniel minded being so close to Scott’s cock, the idea exciting her—and apparently he didn’t. He licked her hard, soon focusing his attention on her distended clit, and she and Scott moaned and bounced together as she moved closer to climax.
Her breasts jiggled and Scott filled her, again, again, and she felt out of her head with pleasure. Between her thighs, Daniel’s handsome face glistened with her juices.
Then his mouth closed over her pulsing clit, starting to suck, and that was it. “Fuck,” she whispered. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” And the hot, throbbing echoes of pleasure vibrated outward from her cunt so violently that she had to lean back into Scott’s body to handle them lest she collapse. His arms came around her waist and she heard herself sobbing as Scott murmured, “That’s so good, honey—come hard, ride it out.” And she did, soaking up every last pleasure-giving pulse.
When it ended, she slumped back against Scott completely—spent, slowly coming back to herself.
And oh my—it hit her all over again—she was with two men. Two lovers. At one naughty, wondrous time.
And the very thought brought back her energy, making her hungry for more.
She turned to Scott, giving him a hard kiss—then she said to Daniel, who still knelt before her, “Daniel, will you fuck me now?”
A slow but lecherous smile unfurled on the butler’s face. “Nothing on this earth would bring me more pleasure.” It hit her then that he was one more man who was fucking the boss’s daughter—which injected yet another shot of forbidden delight into her veins.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
Rather than inquire why Scott hadn’t had to use one—she’d hardly seen the point given last night’s mistake—Daniel said, “Of course,” then reached for his wallet in the back of the pants he still half wore. Letting them drop, he opened it and smoothly sheathed himself, something he appeared well practiced at, and Payton suddenly wondered if he’d been finding girls to fuck at every port and she’d just never known.
Rising up off Scott’s cock, she glanced over her shoulder to him and said, “Scoot back on the bed.”
Then she climbed onto the bed in the very spot he’d just vacated, on her hands and knees. She arched her back, lifting her ass and wondering how obscene she looked to Daniel. And she peered over her shoulder to her second new lover in two days and gently said the magic words. “Fuck me.”
She turned her gaze back ahead to see Scott—he leaned against the wall the bed was pressed against, legs parted, cock still moist and hard, rising like a stone pillar onto his stomach. She’d never seen a man look hotter—he was a Playgirl centerfold come to life in her bedroom.
As their gazes connected, Daniel’s fingers curled into her ass and she flinched slightly, waiting. Scott’s eyes never left hers as she felt Daniel using his thumbs to part her flesh, as he slid his warm, hard shaft inside. “Ohhh,” she sighed.
It didn’t fill her to the extremes Scott’s had, but given her inexperience, the sensation remained intense. And the position seemed to increase it—just like when she was on top. She moaned as he pushed all the way in, and he softly cursed his pleasure behind her. “You, my dear,” Daniel groaned, “are an utterly naughty little minx.”
She leaned her head back, arching in pleasure, amused at his words. “Naughty indeed,” she purred.
And then he began to move in her, to fuck her in earnest. She rocked with him, meeting the thrusts, and her breath came in rapid beats. And when she met Scott’s eyes again, they rose from her swaying breasts to her face, and she loved sharing something so dirty and wild with him—and now she wanted to share it in an even deeper way.
She longed to go down on him while Daniel drove into her from behind.
Freeing one supporting hand from where it sank into the plush leopard print, she reached for it. “Let me have that big, beautiful cock,” she rasped between little cries of pleasure.
A lusty smile reshaped his features as he resituated, then used his hand to hold the phallus toward her, feeding it into her waiting mouth. She instantly tasted herself, her feminine sweetness, from when he’d been inside her—and then she opened as wide as she could, taking more of him in, wanting all she could handle.
After that, Payton couldn’t think—she could only feel. She’d thought being fucked by Scott while Daniel licked her pussy was amazing, but this—having two cocks inside her at once—was glorious. Consuming. It stole her senses, leaving behind only the overwhelming and pleasurable sensation of being utterly filled in every way.
She sucked him wildly, taking him in as deeply as she could, sliding her mouth briskly up and down his length, moaning around the hardness that stretched to her throat. All the while, Daniel pummeled her pussy, ramming into her delightfully hard.
She hadn’t known pleasure this complete existed.
When her mouth tired—God knew she’d given it a workout tonight—she released Scott, regretfully. But she made up for it by lowering her soft breasts down over his shaft, and as she moved with Daniel’s thrusts, she automatically fucked Scott with her tits too.
Both guys’ deep groans filled her ears, joining her own. Scott closed his hands around her breasts and pressed them firmly against his wet dick and she felt thoroughly possessed at both ends.
The three of them moved that way together in a hard, feral rhythm—and Payton felt like a tool for pleasure. She’d fantasized about being with two men because it felt dark and forbidden, because she’d figured two guys could give her twice the sensual delights, and all that was proving thrillingly true—but the part of the reality she hadn’t counted on was how good it felt to give such extreme pleasure, as well, how good it felt to let them take of her.
It made her feel even more reckless inside, want to give even more hot, nasty enjoyment to her lovers. So she thrust against Daniel’s thick shaft even more fiercely and she took Scott’s cock back between her lips, letting him fuck her mouth. And he did—moving, pumping toward her throat, making her feel like a queen of all things sexual.
Behind her, Daniel gripped her ass harder, murmuring, “Dear God—your cunt is so tight that I can’t last much longer,” as Scott ran his fingers through her hair
and she peered up into his eyes with his erection between her lips.
“So hot,” he growled through clenched teeth. “You’re so nasty hot taking two cocks this way, baby.”
“Christ, I can’t hold back,” Daniel said then. “I’m exploding. I’m exploding in your sweet pussy!” And then he rammed even harder into her, making her cry out around Scott’s big shaft, even forcing her to release it as Daniel took what sounded—from his moans—like the deepest sort of pleasure in emptying himself inside her.
When he went still and pulled out, she at first felt…empty and a little abandoned.
But she didn’t let that last for long. Still in the same position, she gazed up into Scott’s eyes and begged him. “Make me come again—please!”
And without a second’s hesitation, Scott was reaching for her with both arms, pulling her upright, toward him, then grabbing her ass until she was straddling him on the leopard print. Hurriedly, he used his hand to direct his cock toward her wet passageway, then she sank down on him, no longer afraid of his size.
Of course, again, he felt colossal this way and it stole her breath.
But then—oh God, yes—she simply felt…filled with pleasure.
She moved on him, grinding and rocking her body, desperate for stimulation to her clit. “Oh God,” she moaned as soon as it met with his body just above where they were interlocked. The deepest of naughty delights roared through her in waves of heat, as strong as any electrical current. “Oh God, oh God! Good, so good.” She’d lost the ability to form complete sentences, it seemed.
Daniel lay next to them on the bed now, watching, then reaching to gently caress her thigh, hip, breast—all as she rode Scott with absolute abandon, lifting her arms over her head, her body undulating like a wave rolling across the ocean.
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