Woman of the House: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  “You’re so wet,” Liam whispers against my ear, the way his lips move against my skin making it prickle. “You just had to have this, didn’t you? You just had to have the two of us.”

  “Yes… Yes, I did…” I moan, Liam sliding one finger inside my pussy, slowly moving it past my folds while Carter nibbles at my right nipple, pinching the other one between his thumb and index finger.

  “Here we are then,” Carter says, squeezing my breasts harshly. “Both of us.”

  “Both of you,” I repeat, the words rolling over my tongue like wine. Throwing my head back, I start to breathe heavily as the rhythm of Liam’s finger starts to grow; he moves it back and then all the way in, curling it upward and pressing against my G-spot. Gently pulling at the skin on my neck with his teeth, he slides another finger inside of me, electric sparks crawling up my spine.

  “Now,” Carter whispers, his voice fanning the flames of desire inside of me, “Can you take it?” He slides one hand under my dress, placing his hand right above Liam’s and using his thumb to press down on my clit. I open my mouth to answer his question but, with both men using their hands to work on my pussy, the words get lost on their way up my throat. All I can do is to let out a loud moan, my insides clenching as a response to the electricity pooling in my muscles.

  They keep moving their fingers until there’s no place in my body for all that electricity to hide; my muscles tense up and then start to twitch, releasing waves of pleasure that crash against my mind, each wave promising much more pleasure than this.

  Slowly, they take their hands out from between my thighs. I open my eyes, a smile of satisfaction on my lips as I look from one man to the other.

  “I… can take it,” I manage to say between breaths, my lungs working as if I had just finished a half-marathon. “I can take it all.” With that, I curl my fingers around both their cocks, gripping them tightly over their pants. “The question is… Can you handle me?” I ask them, grinning wildly. Their response is a silent one… But it’s the correct answer all the same.

  Their hands moving like claws, they hook their fingers on the fabric of my dress, hanging limply by my waist, and push it down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing the dress to slide down easily, and then sit back down, their eyes wandering all over my almost naked body.

  Turning to the side, I place both hands on Liam’s lap, my fingers pulling at his belt and unbuckling it. It comes free, the sound of leather and metal blending into a sensual sound, and I start unbuttoning his pants without a breath in between. As his cock pushes against my hand under his boxer briefs, Carter runs his hands down my back, resting them on my lower back; he gives me a slight push, nudging me toward Liam so that he can get a hold of my ass.

  Leaning in, I look up at Liam before focusing on his cock, its thick shape straining against his underwear and begging my fingers to be set free. I’m happy to oblige, so, grabbing at his underwear, I pull it down; his cock springs free at once, its tip glistening from the drops of precum hanging there.

  “I missed this,” I purr, looking up at Liam as I let my tongue out from between my lips, its wet tip brushing against Liam’s thick glans. I circle it with lewd movements, never taking my eyes out of Liam as I do it. He places his hands on top of my head, and I can almost see the struggle behind his eyes as he debates whether to force me down or allow me to do my thing. In the end, he simply places his fingers on my head, running them through my hair as he throws his head back against the seat.

  “Not as much as I missed it,” Liam sighs, my tongue now running down his shaft. While I take care of Liam’s pulsing member, Carter’s hands are squeezing my ass; the thin string of my thong the only barrier between him and all that I hold hidden. His fingers spread wide across my ass cheeks and he pushes me forward slightly; willingly, I go on all fours on the seat, both ass and pussy turned to Carter as my mouth is solely devoted to Liam’s cock.

  I part my lips, resting them over Liam’s glans, and slowly roll them down; once his tip is inside of my mouth, I move back, sucking as I go. I repeat that gentle teasing motion, sucking and licking while Carter’s fingers trace the contour of my thong, going between my ass cheeks all the way down to my drenched pussy. All of a sudden, he pushes my thong to the side and dives into me, pressing his hungry mouth over my naked pussy. A spike of pleasure piercing my mind, I let my lips go down Liam’s shaft, my mouth taking all of his long inches in.

  There’s no rhythm or reason to the way I start moving my head; I simply bob it up and down, as best as I can, stroking Liam with my lips while my tongue laps at it. It’s hard to keep a steady rhythm when there’s a man such as Carter behind you, his mouth devouring your pussy in a way that would leave me moaning and purring if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is already busy.

  While Carter licks me, he has his hands resting on my ass, massaging my cheeks and keeping me in place as his tongue runs back and forth across my pussy. Raising one hand, he brings it down again in a fraction of a second, laying it flat across my right ass cheek with a loud sound of flesh on flesh. He does it again, this time with his other hand, smacking me in such a way that I have to take Liam’s cock out of my mouth, an anxious moan climbing up my throat.

  Maybe it’s because I moaned, or maybe he’s keeping his own secret rhythm—all that matters is that he starts licking me with a renewed effort, his tongue sliding inside of me and causing my insides to burn. He’s devouring me furiously, his mouth open wide and pressed tight against my pussy as he pushes me toward the climax.

  “Don’t. You. Stop,” I manage to say between my gritted teeth, still unable to wrap my lips around Liam’s cock. But don’t think I’ve grown lazy; my fingers are curled tight around his thick shaft, and my hand is working him at a steady—although erratic—pace.

  Carter says nothing, not daring to take his mouth off of my pussy. But, faithful to what I’ve just told him, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, caressing my asshole gently while his tongue slides in and out of me. I feel a violent shiver going up my spine, and I start stroking Liam even harder, my fingers gripping him so tight that a lesser man would just grab my wrist and make me stop.

  “Oh, fuck…” I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel slight spasms taking over my pussy, readying it for the second orgasm of the day. Feeling me close, Carter presses down with his thumb, slightly pushing it inside of my asshole. My insides clench as I feel him go in, and just like that, I come undone. “Fuck!” I cry out, thrusting my hips back against Carter and rubbing my wetness all over his face as ecstasy caresses my mind. He keeps licking me while I come, only pulling out when he feels my muscles relaxing.

  “Now you have something else to miss,” he says, and I look over my shoulder at him, a grin taking over my lips as I see my fluids dripping down his chin. He moves his arm as if he's going to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and I stop him without thinking of a good reason why.

  “Don’t,” I simply say, the words hanging heavy in the air. He doesn’t ask why, nor do his eyes widen in surprise; instead, he grins back at me, a flicker of lust in his eyes.

  Sitting up—although I never let go of Liam’s cock—I place one hand over Carter’s crotch, massaging his hard cock over his pants. That wicked grin still adorning his lips, he leans into me; my eyelids droop by instinct, the scent of my pussy hitting me before his lips do. He crushes his mouth against mine, Liam’s cock suddenly forgotten as I savor myself on Carter’s lips.

  “Delicious,” Carter whispers at me as he pulls back, his eyes on my mouth, probably seeing how my skin glistens with my own fluids covering it.

  “I know,” I smile, my hand once again moving up and down over Liam’s cock. Using only one hand, I start unbuckling Carter’s belt, my fingers moving slowly but surely. I unzip his fly in the same fashion, and then turn my hand around so that I can feel the bulging shape under his underwear pressing against my open palm. I waste no time; I pull his boxer briefs down, immediate
ly wrapping my fingers around his throbbing shaft. I lean back against the seat, biting my lower lip as I stroke both men, this time my rhythm no longer an erratic one.

  “Where do I even start?” I purr out loud, looking from Liam to Carter. Letting go of their cocks, I slide down the seat, my knees hitting the floor as I turn to face then. “Maybe I’ll start with you, Governor…” I whisper, moving my hand up Carter’s leg, my open fingers brushing against his shaft. “Or maybe with you, Mayor…” My other hand crawls up Liam’s leg to his cock, my fingers grabbing it gently. “Decisions, decisions…”

  “Let me help you decide,” Carter says, reaching for me and tangling his fingers on my hair; with no hesitancy in his movements, he pulls my head in, forcing me to lean in toward his cock. He allows no time for a slow boil, so I just open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock sliding inside of me over my wet tongue. It fills me up in an instant, pulsing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and I don’t stop until his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Only then do I roll my lips back to his tip, sucking him on the way out. His cock slides out of my mouth with a loud pop, but before I can take him in again, Liam runs his hands through my hair and yanks, pulling me toward him.

  “Be nice, boys… You can both play,” I say with a sensuous smile, grabbing Liam’s cock and angling it toward my mouth. I let his shaft past my lips, lapping at it with my tongue as it goes down.

  “I never liked to share,” Liam says, resting both his hands on top of my head and forcing my head down. I allow him to guide me; only moving back after all of his length has been inside of me.

  “That makes two of us,” Carter responds, moving closer to me—and Liam—as he motions to grab my hair. I pull back before he can reach me, both of their cocks in my hands as I look at them mischievously.

  “I guess you need a lesson then, the both of you,” I tell them, leaning slightly in toward the space where their bodies meet. I tug on their cocks, forcing them to turn toward me; there’s some hesitancy, but then Liam kneels on his seat, his cock just a couple of inches away from my lips. Not the kind of man to be left behind, Carter does the same as Liam, and I angle his cock toward my mouth. “This is a start,” I purr, running my tongue in circles around Carter’s glans. I do the same with Liam and then back again, each time I do it their cocks closing in on one another.

  When their tips finally meet, I reach for them with just my tongue, licking them at the same time. Not giving a damn about what they think, I angle both of their cocks and point them at me; I open my mouth at the same time, as wide as I can, and allow both shafts inside of my mouth. It should be impossible to have my mouth on two cocks like these at the same time, but I’m doing it. My jaw hurts, and their thickness is straining against my cheeks, but I’m doing it.

  Slowly, I push my head down, their cocks sliding deeper into my mouth. I only stop when I can’t go any further, more than half their lengths still left outside my mouth. I hold my position, using my hands to caress their balls; moving my fingers gently, I feel their weight and warmness against the palm of my hand, and I can’t help but think about the mess they’re going to cause when both men finally reach their climax.

  I try to bob my head back and forth, but I can barely move with my mouth so full. As it is, I just twirl my tongue against their shafts, slowly rolling my lips back out. Sucking their glans hungrily, their manly flavor wrapping itself around my mind like thorns, I finally allow their members out of my mouth.

  I breathe in deeply as I start to stroke them again, changing a glance with Liam and then with Carter. They might be rivals, a political divide between them, but right now I see nothing but desire in their eyes. They don’t care if they have to share me; the only thing that matters is that I’m here with them, eager as ever to use men like them to my own ends.

  Never taking my eyes from them, I let go of their cocks and slide my thong down, lifting my knees from the floor as I push it through. Fully naked, I go up to my feet and turn around, my back to Liam; without even bothering to undress him any further, I grab his cock and lower myself over it. I stop when I feel his glans against my folds, and I rub it along my pussy for just a heartbeat. Not wanting to tease myself, I close my eyes and ease myself down, Liam’s cock moving past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls. When he’s in me to the hilt, I turn my head to the side and lock eyes with Carter; he’s looking at me and Liam as if he were hypnotized, a hunger in his eyes that won’t be denied much longer.

  “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” I tell him with a grin, reaching for his cock with my hand. Grabbing it firmly, I start stroking him, moving my hand as I start to sway my hips against Liam’s body.

  “I wouldn’t let you forget about me,” Carter simply says, reaching for my tits and squeezing them, my flesh molding to his fingers. I close my eyes again, surrendering to the sway of my own body and the feeling of Liam’s cock deep inside of my pussy. It’s hard work being with two men—you can’t simply focus on your own pleasure. But I’m not complaining; that’d just be silly.

  Liam’s hands are resting on my lower back, his fingers brushing over the tiny dimples I have there as he starts to rock his body against mine, thrusting upward. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to replace the sway of my hips. I merely keep in place, grinding against him as he moves up and down. Wanting to devote all my attention to the cock deep inside of me, I let go of Carter’s cock and look him in the eye.

  “I want you to stroke yourself,” I tell him, a note of dominance in my words. “I want you to do it while Liam fucks me,” I continue, my voice quivering as Liam starts to thrust harder. Carter doesn’t bother responding; he returns my gaze, unblinking, and grabs his cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to stroke himself, moving his hand at a steady but anxious pace.

  Enjoying the view, I let one hand slide down my stomach and press two fingers over my clit, rubbing it fast. I have to grit my teeth, my brain suddenly overloaded; it has to deal with the sight of Carter stroking himself, my fingers on my clit, and Liam’s cock pushing back against my insides. All in all, it’s almost too much for me to take. Gritting my teeth, I breathe out deeply, my fingers moving even faster as something wild and fierce grows inside of me.

  “Yes…” I mutter, hissing through my gritted teeth as I feel my body tensing up. “Oh, yes…” Like a bullet flying out from the muzzle of a gun, I go off; I scream my lungs out, not even bothering to care if the driver can hear us. We should be safe enough, since the whole limo was built to be soundproof, but I have my doubts that a scream as loud as mine will go unnoticed. I don’t have the time to ponder stuff like that though; there’s a surge of electric pleasure in all of my muscles, and I close my eyes as my pussy clamps around Liam’s cock. I throw myself back against him, the fabric of his shirt on my back, and simply surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping at my body.

  “Good girl,” Liam whispers against my ear, squeezing my right breast while he speaks. I chuckle at that, his words waking up that deviousness inside of me.

  “There’s nothing good in me, Liam…” I say, a gentle laugh leaving my mouth. “I’m a bad girl, through and through.”

  “Let’s see how bad you are when I’m the one fucking you,” I hear Carter saying, his words jolting me back into action.

  Without allowing myself a moment’s rest, I get up, making Liam’s cock pop out of my pussy. I climb on top of the seat and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side toward Carter.

  “Let’s see then,” I say, Carter hooking his fingers on my waist. My hands are on Liam’s legs, my eyes on his erect shaft, but I’m fully focused on my pussy right now. Carter has knelt on the seat right behind me, and he’s pressing his glans against my wet folds, rubbing it against me without thrusting. Anxious to feel him his shaft, I push my hips back, his cock sliding two inches inside of me.

  “If that’s how you want it,” Carter whispers, pushing his cock all the way in. I gasp as I fe
el his thickness stretching me wide, his cock moving fast and mercilessly. Without wasting time, he starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me while he keeps his fingers hooked on my waist.

  My brain coming to terms with the way Carter’s ravaging me, I finally give Liam the attention he deserves: I grab his shaft with one hand and lower myself over it, parting my lips and allowing him inside my mouth. My wetness is still coating his shaft, and I can’t help but twirl my tongue around it, licking it dry of my own fluids.

  Carter’s cock in my pussy and Liam’s in my mouth, I let my body be moved by instinct and desire. I sway my hips, thrusting back against Carter, and keep moving my head in a coming and going motion over Liam’s shaft.

  I want to moan and I want to scream; the only thing stopping me from doing so is Liam’s cock, his length pushing my tongue down as it slides in and out of my mouth. That doesn’t stop me from dangling over the edge. Both their cocks ravaging me, it’s a matter of seconds until that electric buzz bubbles up to the surface; I feel it under my skin, tiny sparks of pleasure pulling at the edges of my mind. The urge to scream becoming too strong to deny, I raise my head and take Liam’s cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuuu--” I start, the word dying on my lips as it turns into a frenzied scream of ecstasy. I feel the muscles in my throat cramping up, but that doesn’t shut me up. Oh, no—I hiss and moan all the while, riding my orgasm all the way to the end. My muscles are trembling and twitching, and when they finally stop I feel exhaustion taking over me; it’s as if pleasure gave way to concrete, my limbs feeling too heavy to move. The moment Carter pulls out, I simply roll to the side and collapse on top of the seat, breathing so hard I feel on the verge of passing out.

  I lay back, forgetting about everything around me as I let my lungs work themselves into a normal state. When the orgasms start to subside, I open my eyes. Carter is still kneeling on the seat, his cock right above my face, and Liam is kneeling at my feet; I spread my legs, allowing Liam to kneel between them, and grin at both men.