Suddenly she let go of both of us, diving under the water, Ollie’s eyes fluttering as she used her mouth on him. She was down there for over a minute, and I could see her using her hands and mouth to pleasure him. I started to get concerned, but she finally came up for air and giggled, wiping the water from her eyes.“You’re turn,” she winked, taking a breath and heading under water. As she wrapped her luscious lips around my cock I felt over the moon. The suction from her mouth felt so amazing, I wanted to fill that little mouth right up. She came back up for air and went back to kissing Oliver and I, and I used the distraction to surprise her, slipping my fingers into her underwear. She gasped as I plunged in, using my index and middle fingers to massage her sweet spot, I used my thumb to swirl her nub. I speared her, faster and faster, Ollie taking control of the helm, using his hands and tongue to keep her occupied up top.“Oh god, Pierce!” She cried out, Ollie covering her mouth to stifle her.“Ah, ah, ah! We can’t have everyone hearing you.” Ollie whispered, flashing her a devious smile. She nodded silently in agreement, her eyes widening as I fingered her full bore. She squealed into Ollie’s hand, kicking her legs, her canal vibrating fast against my fingers. Ollie let go of her mouth and she gasped, shuddering as the aftershock of her orgasm thundered through her. I gave her a wolfish grin and looked over to Ollie before looking back at her. I leaned in, nibbling at her ear before whispering to her.
“Let’s have some more fun, Princess.”
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Kat (Tuesday – New Year’s Eve)
As I trembled in the water, my head and heart swimming from the intensity of my climax, both Oliver and Pierce seems to look at each other, some sort of unsaid plan seemed to roll about between them, and they both smiled impishly, before they turned their gaze back to me. Pierce looked at me mischievously, fierce and strong. He lifted me up, carrying me up the steps and out of the pool. Ollie followed behind, his wet feet slapping against the tile floor. I looked over Pierce’s shoulder and Ollie winked at me. From the looks of it, I was really in for it.
Pierce carried me all the way into the deserted spa area, the lights dimmed down, and everything shutoff to conserve energy. Since everyone was at the party, including the employees. Those that weren’t serving were also partying, though even the bartenders and food servers weren’t working very hard. Especially at our New Year’s Eve parties. There was a reason the Billionaires Club had over 50 bedrooms- For huge soirees like this, where everyone was always too inebriated to drive. My father insisted on bouncers at the door, and those that seemed way too drunk had to either give up their keys and take a bed or wait until they sobered up to leave. Either way, it meant that the spa was now free to be our apparent playground.Pierce laid me on my stomach on one of the massage tables as we entered the room, my breasts pressed firmly against its black leather cushion. He set me cross ways, my ass hanging off the edge of the table. As I laid there, a little confused as to why I was on the table wrong, it didn’t take long to figure out what he had in mind. He pulled my soaking wet panties off, tossing them to the tile floor, making a loud sloshing sound on the tile floor. Free of my panties, Pierce took his hand and ran it across my bare backside. And then suddenly, his hand moved and came down on my buttocks with a thunderous crack. I bit my lip and squealed with delight. Pierce leaned down over me, putting his body against my back and pressing into me, his voice low and gruff. I could feel his member, throbbing against me as he spoke.
“You’ve been a naughty little girl Kat,” He chuckled, “teasing Ollie and I like that. Running off and throwing yourself in the pool. Diving in instead of giving us an answer.” He pulled back on my hair a little, licking and biting at my ear, my vessel quivering and aching for them. “You haven’t been behaving. And that won’t do, Kat.”
“You could have got us all caught Kat, exposed for public indecency!” Ollie tsked, and his hand slapped my other cheek. “what shall we do with you?” Ollie laughed quietly, both of them slapping my ass again and again. I could feel myself dripping, over stimulated by their scolding and spankings. I moaned with delight with each crack of their hand, biting my lip and gripping into the table. As I looked back to see their handprints, big and pink across my white bottom and felt myself shiver, relishing the raised marks on my skin. This was something entirely new to me, but I loved every second of it.
After another round of spankings, both of them grabbed at my ass, sliding their fingers down to my tight little slit. In unison, they both slid their fingers inside, the feelings of their four fingers stretching me had me seeing stars. I had never had something so wide inside me, not even toys, and I could feel myself losing control as they fingered me simultaneously with their manly fingers. I held my breath, the muffled cries catching in my throat as they ravaged me together. I shoved my face into the table and lifted my ass up, wiggling it teasingly, and started bucking into them. The feeling of riding their fingers combined with the girth made me want to croon.
“Please,” I begged them both, “I want more!” they both chuckled and slid their fingers out from my pussy, repositioning themselves at opposite ends of my body. Pierce wandered over to the front of the table and Ollie stayed behind me. Pierce took a hold of his erect shaft and grabbed my hair a little, tilting my head up so I could face him. He rubbed it against my cheek until setting it at my mouth. I looked up at him, full of lust and hunger I had never felt before, and his gaze back reflected that same desire.
“Be a good girl Kat,” Pierce whispered, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” His command made me throb and ache, and like he asked, I opened my mouth. He slid his rod into my mouth and started to impale it, his dick reaching all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged and gasped, and he would stop every so often to let me breathe, a mess of precum and spit dribbling on the table. One of the times I came up for air, Ollie finally slid himself into my core, filling me up so completely I could gasp, Ollie moaning with excitement with every thrust. I felt like a Chinese finger trap as Pierce face fucked me and Ollie took care of my pretty pink flower, all three of us increasingly getting louder and louder. To our benefit, the spa walls were soundproof, so no one would hear our passion filled cries. Though in the back of my mind, I realized I didn’t even know what time it was. I shoved the worry back and enjoyed becoming their human skewer and plaything. I kept edging and coming, edging and coming over and over, my legs shaking more and more with each paroxysmal quake. As the boys switched places, I was so overwhelmed, I was losing count. My body feeling like quivering gelatin.
Ollie came to the front and smiled down at me, his usual tenderness replaced with one of thirst and desire. I looked up at him, catching my reflection in the mirror behind him. I was an absolute mess, my mascara running down my cheeks. My mouth red from sucking Pierce off. And while I looked disheveled, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused. The fact that they were taking turns, using my body for their pleasure and punishing me, was the epitome of ecstasy for me.“My turn, Princess, open wide for Daddy.” He whispered, chuckling quietly. I shook my head yes, as he slid his engorged member into my mouth. Pierce had made his way to the back, muscling his way into me hard and fast. The faster and harder they went, the more I came, soaking the edge of the massage table I was laying on. I couldn’t contain my screams any longer, and neither could they, a dangerous occurrence given our exposure could come at any minute. The idea of exposure, our little ménage being walked in on, seemed to make everything even more intense as I fired off more and more. I almost delighted in the idea of being walked in on, to be seen being taken by these two hunky bachelors, claiming me again and again.
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Ollie (Tuesday – New Year’s Eve)
As we switched again, and I ended up back inside of her, I reached down and played with her clit. Her response was unchecked and enthusiastic, causing her to writhe and scream louder, muffled by Pierce’s pecker. As I watched him thrust in and out of her mouth, matching my own plunges to his, I felt myself getting even more and m
ore turned on. The thought of sharing her didn’t seem so bad in the moment, seeing how absolutely out of her mind she was with pleasure. She came again and again, her canal hugging around my penis like a vice grip over and over. I had been with many women, but never like this, and never felt a woman orgasm this much- and it sent me into a fever of my very own. Pierce slowed down to let her breathe, but I didn’t want to slow down, picking up the pace. I wanted to claim her with my seed, fill her up, and watching myself drip out of her. I wanted to make sure our pretty little princess came at least a few more times before I shot off.“Oh god, I can’t, oh fuck this is too much!” She cried out, another shaking orgasm rippling through her. “Mmmm, I think you can sweetheart,” I laughed, “Do you want us to keep making you feel good, princess?”“Yes! Please! Oh god!” She cried out, gripping into the table as I went harder. I could feel myself edging closer and closer, her orgasms popping off left and right. Pierce’s eyes started to flutter a bit as he used her mouth, and I gripped in tight. As I came to my climax, Kat screamed loud, pounding her fist to the table as she came one last time. The oversensitivity almost too much to bear as I came inside her, filling her up. And as I finished Pierce came around the table, his cock in hand and jammed it in, spanking her and thrusting as hard as he could until he cried out, reaching an apex of his own. As he pulled out, Kat dripped, the mixture of both our seed had filled her to the brim and spilled out onto the black table and on the floor.
I looked to the clock behind us as Kat ran to the bathroom to clean up. Luckily, we hadn’t gone over, and we would be able to sneak back in for the ball drop, it was a half hour until midnight. I went over to the bathroom door and knocked. “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered, “We have about a half hour before the ball drops. Can you be ready by then?” The thought on my mind was, if we slid in at the last minute at the time of the night people would be paying attention, we would be completely in the clear. “Yeah! Can you grab my dress?” She called from behind the door. “Of course.” I smiled. Pierce and I walked quietly out to the pool room, grabbing all our shoes and clothes, and headed back to the spa room. When we got back, there was Kat, a bit bared faced but looking fresh. She smiled sweetly as she took the gown from my arms, shimmying into it. “Zip me?” She asked, peering over her shoulder. I nodded and zipped her up. Pierce was already dressed, and I scrambled to get myself back to normal, almost forgetting my shoe. Both Pierce and Kat chuckled as I tapped my foot to slip it back on, and I laughed too. Tonight hadn’t exactly gone as either I or Pierce expected, gung ho about answers, but seeing her laugh and smile like this made the postponement of judgement day worth it. We thankfully made it back to the ballroom, just in time for the ball to drop. We nabbed some champagne flutes from the waiter, counting down in unison with everyone else around us, cheering as the ball finally dropped. As we drank down our champagne, all I could do was look at Kat. All the couples around us were making out, as per New Year’s custom, and I couldn’t help but want to do that too. Kat looked around, seeming to see the same thing and looked up at me, and then to Pierce. Her eyes welling up with tears. She handed her empty glass flute to me, and then ran off, hiking her dress up as she went, catching the eyes of a few people but luckily not her father’s. But even if he had, I would have still followed after her. Pierce ran close behind me and we found her outside the ballroom, sobbing to herself loudly and stamping her foot. It was obvious she had realized how difficult all of this was, not just for us, but for her. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her for a moment, Pierce coming over to rub her back as she wept into my jacket. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” I suggested, taking her hand gently and leading her down the hallway, Pierce following us. I opened up one of the many unoccupied bedrooms lining the hallway, and pulled her in, Pierce gently closing and locking the door behind us. I leaned up against the door, holding her close, as Kat went back to sobbing uncontrollably. I looked to Pierce, who seemed unsure of what to do here as much as I did. This was all new territory to all of us. “I never expected this to be so hard,” She whimpered, pressed into my chest. Her tears, wet and hot, soaked through my suitcoat and onto my shirt. “I don’t want to have to choose, but I don’t see how we can have a life together. The three of us.” Her sobs job louder, and I peered over her head at Pierce, tears swelling in his eyes. A single tear dripped from mine, catching me off guard. I didn’t want to see Kat like this, to make her hurt like this. But even if we could find a way to share, make it work between the three of us, it would be us against the world. Society doesn’t look to kindly on relationships like this. “Kat,” Pierce stepped forward, gently brushing her hair with his fingers. “You don’t have to choose right now.” Kat pulled away from me, now facing the both of us. “But at some point, you have to make up your mind, sweetie.”“Choosing between the two of you is impossible,” She wailed, sniffling as huge tears poured from her eyes. “It’s either we’re all together, or we are NOTHING.” She yelled. I opened my mouth to protest, but Kat had already pushed past both of us and walked out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. Pierce moved to chase her and I put a hand on his shoulder. “She needs some time to think this through, Pierce.” I sighed, wanting to just chase after her myself and make this all okay. “She needs time to process, and honestly? So do we.” Pierce looked at the floor, trying not to cry, his machismo attitude to prideful for such things as tears. I opened the door, and we walked out together and rejoined the party. We went to the bar, and I ordered us both drinks, and we downed them one after the other. Pierce broke down a little and I patted his back, ordering him another. I knew how he felt. As we sat there, tossing drinks back to drown out our collective heartaches, I felt like someone had scooped my insides out. The idea of not having Kat at all in my life left my heart feeling so empty. But what other option was there?
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