Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  When I came back, Kenner was already in the chair. He looked a little drunk.

  “I’m so happy,” he said. “You’re great. Everyone’s great.”

  I got on my knees and immediately started sucking him. It took a while for him to get hard because of the alcohol, I guess. Things picked up with I lifted his shaft and stuck my tongue against his balls. He started laughing and getting hard. I took it as time to fuck him.

  Lowering myself on his cock, he suddenly got a serious expression on his face. Things were about to get very real. I slid up and down on him. He started to get breathless.

  “Oh. Oh, my God,” he said, as if suddenly waking up. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking me sober. How are you doing this?”

  After a few more pumps, he was thrusting from underneath. I put my feet behind him. There were footholds perfectly positioned. Kenner was sweating and the sweat mixed with my juices which flowed out of me all over his penis and down his legs. A few more minutes of fucking and he started cumming. He came hard. I could feel the force of his cum hit the walls of my insides.

  “Ooooh! Oh, God!” he moaned. “Jesus Christ that was unbelievable! I’ve never felt anything like that!”

  I kissed him deep and long. Kenner deserved to feel this way. He was so sweet. I would’ve grinded on him all night if I had to.

  Another trip to the bathroom and I rushed back. I found Travis wiping off the seat with a towel.

  “You’re supposed to wipe down a seat when you’re finished, bro,” joked Travis, invoking the common gym rule.

  “You and I shared her vagina earlier,” reminded Brax. “I think you can handle a little bit of bodily fluid.”

  Travis was already hard and ready to go.

  “Mmm, someone’s excited,” I smiled. “But I want to kiss it anyway.”

  I knelt down and gave his cock a kiss. Then I licked it up and down. His entire unit was so smooth. I put his balls in my mouth again, licking in between the corners and up and down his shaft. He was ready.

  “Ready to fuck me?” I grinned.

  “That dirty talk is just insane,” he laughed. “Keep doing that.”

  “I will, I will,” I assured him. “Let me lower myself on your big fat cock. Oooooh! It feels magnificent!”

  Now it was Travis’s turn to sit back while I fucked him like a beast. I bounced up and down on his muscle stick, feeling every inch. It stretched me wide and my wet pussy gushed making it slicker to ride. God, it just felt so good inside me. And Travis was so built, he could take it however hard I came down on him. I was bouncing up and down as hard as I could, and it didn’t hurt him. It felt good to both of us.

  “That’s it!” I begged, my bouncing culminating. “Give me your cum! Shoot your hot load into me!”

  “Ahhhh! Shit! Ahhh!” he moaned.

  Travis’s cum shot into me and again, I came. I was becoming lightheaded from all the orgasms and yet, I wanted more. I wanted our sex session to last until I couldn’t take it any more— Until I was so completely satisfied, I just sort of collapsed from sexual exhaustion. Was that a thing? Maybe I would find out tonight.

  “Brax, I like the chair,” I announced.

  “I gathered,” he laughed.

  ***

  We took another break and this time we snuck downstairs naked to grab some food. I wanted to run down there and back before any of Brax’s servants saw us. Unfortunately, half way back up the stairs, one of the servants walked into the room, got embarrassed and left. We retreated into the bedroom with our snacks anyway and ate them.

  By this time, everyone was a little buzzed and having a great time. As we finished our food and prepared to jump back in bed, Brax started wondering what I had planned next.

  “You’ve got quite an imagination for sexual adventure,” he said. “What do you have in mind for us next?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I really liked it when you were both inside my vagina. That was hot. If two of you could also get in my asshole…”

  “That sounds nuts!” said Travis. “I can barely fit in your asshole.”

  “No, it can’t be you,” I said. “It has to be the two thinnest. Kenner and Brax, I think, and you and Jax in my pussy.”

  “How are we even going to do that?” asked Kenner confused.

  “I can see it,” said Jax. “If you lay sideways on a table that’s only about as wide as you so we can get on either side.”

  “Let me see if I have something,” said Brax. “And you might do well to use some lubrication. I believe there’s some in the medicine cabinet.”

  “This is crazy,” said Kenner. “This is like some kind of sexual experiment.”

  Brax found the perfect table. He and Travis moved it into the room. He placed towels and pillows across so it would be more comfortable for me. Jax went into the bathroom and came back with a tube of lube.

  “You sure you want to do this?” asked Brax.

  “Now that you have the table. Oh, yes!” I laughed. “Why not? You only live once. You boys ready?”

  I got up on the table with Travis and Jax in front of me and Brax and Kenner behind me.

  “Here, give us a little of that lube, too,” said Travis. “Just in case.”

  I stroked the guys, but Travis was already ready. He put himself into my pussy and started fucking. I could feel Jax getting harder just watching. He poured lube all over his cock and it slid right in next to him.

  “Holy shit, this is tight!” he laughed. “Feels good though, damn!”

  They bumped into each other a couple of times, but after a minute they traded off the rhythm. I was already wet and starting to orgasm.

  “Okay, Kenner and Brax, your turns,” I said a little breathlessly.

  Kenner pushed his dick into my asshole and it was pretty tight. I tried not to seize up. Almost immediately, Brax started pushing in next to him. I gasped and grabbed Travis by the bicep. Was this a mistake? I didn’t want to tear!

  No! It wasn’t! Oh, my God it was amazeballs! I couldn’t speak. I was just vibrating all over the place. The guys were inside me and as my muscles seized up, it felt like they were trapped for a moment like a sexy Chinese fingertrap for dicks.

  “Oh, Dear God!” gasped Brax. “This is extraordinary!”

  “Oh, my God!” said Kenner. “I can’t hold it! I’m going to cum!”

  “That’s it, ah!” said Jax. “Here it comes!”

  “Give me all of your cum! I want it!” I begged.

  The boys were moaning in pleasure. I could feel their hot loads exploding inside me like white sticky firecrackers of goo. My holes were already a little sore from the previous fucking, but now they were absolutely raw. The sensitive nerve endings made the orgasms even more intense and I couldn’t stop shaking. Thankfully, I had two boys on either side of me or I would’ve surely fallen right off the table and spent the rest of the time shaking all over the floor.

  It took several minutes for the shuddering to stop and I needed the guys to help me off the table and onto the bed. They gently lifted me off the table and placed me on the bed where I continued to shake and be unable to control my legs. I was seriously numb now from the orgasms. Frankly, if I never walked again, it would still be worth it because they were that awesome.

  For several minutes after, I just lay in the bed shaking a bit. Brax stroked my hair gently and looked into my eyes. Jax put his head on my chest and closed his eyes. Kenner laid down near my feet and tried to massage some feeling back in them. Travis bent over my head and kissed me, then laid back down to go to sleep.

  The sun was already coming up and we all slept late into the morning, spent and satisfied. I awoke refreshed by I felt a little dehydrated for obvious reasons. I had stopped shaking but I was walking bow legged. My poor pussy and ass really had taken a pounding.

  I looked back at the bed where my boys slept. They looked peaceful and restful. I knew I would spend the rest of my days with them, making them happy. They already made me happy. Maybe no one el
se would understand our relationship, but who cares? Who really understands other people’s relationships, anyway? We made each other happy and that was all that mattered.

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  Chapter 1 – Sam

  The sun was shining brightly into my office, on what would otherwise look like a good day. But something was weighing heavily on my mind. Something was wrong. I couldn’t put a finger on it, and I went through countless amounts of paper work to find it. Nothing. Hmm.

  I ran a hand through my thick hair, and then down my trim stomach. At least I was fortunate enough to still have these physical attributes, I thought, trying to cheer myself up.

  Maybe this success just had me feeling cautious. It wasn’t all that long ago that I’d been in a car accident and then a fucking coma, after all— and at one point the doctors didn’t think I was going to make it. I ended up proving them wrong, but when I came out I was barely able to walk again for a long time.

  Now I was a wealthy business man with my own company that specialized in business consultation with a touch of tech qualities. We were owning the market, and it was a growing one, too.

  It only made sense that I would be questioning my success, after my near death. I had to remind myself that everything was going just fine. More than fine, in fact. Things were going fucking great.

  Benson, my business partner and friend, was great at the consultation part of the business, and I was good at the finance part. After I had received the money from my injury years ago, I put it to good use.

  Of course, that was all done with some help from Willow’s new husband.

  “Sam!” Benson sang, swinging into the door, his jacket swaying around much like his tie. I leaned back in my chair, amused at his happiness. “Sam, I got the best news ever, we just struck it big, we struck it big!” he sung again.

  He did a small dance over to my small liquor cabinet and pulled out the best whiskey I had, followed by two shot glasses.

  “It has to be good if you’re cracking open the whiskey at noon,” I said, leaning onto my desk. I studied him closely. He was more than happy, he was elated, on cloud nine. This meant one thing with Benson: the promise of money. A shit load of it.

  “What is it? Anticipation is fatal these days,” I said, grinning.

  Benson slid the two shot glasses onto my desk and sloshed the brown sour liquid into them. The smell quickly wafted up and a flash went through my head.

  “Why do I drink such evil liquid? The man who hit me was drunk…?”

  “Drink up, old pal. We’re rich as hell now!” Benson exclaimed, downing his shot.

  I pushed mine aside, swallowing at the haunted thoughts that still followed me ever since the car crash. Benson raised a brow and reached for it.

  “More for me.” He downed the shot and sat back with a wider smile than any I’d ever seen on him. Anymore and he was going to break his own damn face.

  “Now out with it. What’s with the good mood?” I asked, glancing at the clock and my computer for new emails. I had things to get done today but Benson appeared to be trying everything in his power to hinder those plans.

  Benson leaned over in his seat. His face got serious as if he was about to tell me the world’s biggest secret. “Remember John Gallock?”

  “Yes, one of the oldest billionaires in town… what about him?”

  “He’s coming with us!” Benson shot out of his seat, slamming his hands on my desk. “Merging his business with ours, in the form of a bunch of contracts he’s letting us take over.”

  “Coming with us? Via contracts?” I repeated. “Wait, back up. Give me the full details.” I felt myself rising out of my seat too.

  Benson whipped around and pumped his fist. “A two hundred billion dollar contract is gonna be ours!” he cheered.

  “Two hundred billion dollars? But you said ‘gonna’… Is he coming with us or not?”

  Benson turned to me. “Yes! He’s coming in two weeks to sign it.”

  I rubbed my forehead. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t like our company struggled with gaining contracts. But this was a windfall. This was going to boost our reputation and popularity wildly. This time we were going to turn down contracts because of high demand.

  Wait until Willow heard about this. Both her and her husband would be ecstatic.

  Only thing was… I wished that I had someone of my own to run home and tell. Benson had his girlfriend, Willow had her husband, and me? Who did I have? I was single, an eligible bachelor.

  But who would want to marry a man who walked with a fucking cane? Gold diggers maybe. But I wasn’t going to be one of those lonely types who was outwardly willing to pay for company. I was starving for the real thing. However, this disability of mine was in the way. Not even good looks on my part was helping me out.

  I felt my body posture slump. Benson did a double take and frowned. He already knew about my wants, too. He hardly even talked about his own relationship around me, afraid that he might insult or hurt me. Even right now, he seemed to be reading my mind.

  “Sam, I know you wish you had a family to share your financial success with. But it’s gonna be okay. You’ll have a family one day. Any girl in their right mind would be happy to marry into all this money, not to mention those dashing good looks all the ladies always go on about. Your dark hair and dark eyes and toned body and blah blah blah. So, love will come. Just wait and see. In the meantime, you can always dry your tears with a big fat hundred dollar bill,” he told me, slapping me on the back.

  “Yeah, but I want more than that.” I reached for my cane at the speed of a slug. Days like this that were bright and joyful weren’t all too joyful for me.

  The sun shifted in the sky, casting a more saturated hue over the room than the bright white that had been here before. I had such a good view in this office. If only I had someone to share it with. I forced a smile on my face, so that Benson didn’t get too worried.

  “So, two hundred billion dollars. That’s a lot. Two weeks should be enough time to—” a thought hit me… “Wait. You said John Gallock, right?” I scratched my chin. That name was familiar. I dug through my memory to see if anything would turn up.

  Benson was tense, not even moving. “Yeah. Gallock. Look, don’t worry about it. He’s good for it—”

  “No, I think I do remember him.” I raised my eyes to Benson. Shit. “John Gallock is that man who so-called funds one of the biggest churches in this town…”

  Benson lifted up his hands and motioned for me to stop. “Come on, he isn’t—”

  “And, the last I heard,” I walked over to Benson, balancing on my cane, “he only funds things where the CEOs are married. Hitched. A bright happy couple. He’s all about family values. And forcing other people to have his same values, if they want any of his money.”

  Benson shot me an awkward smile. “About that…” he stammered, looking for a way out of this. Oh no. Hell no.

  “Benson! What the hell did you say to that man to get him to come to us?!”

  “Well, come on. There are many fine women you can grab for a quick—”

  “A one-marriage-stand? Those don’t exist. That won’t work!” I yelled.

  Damn it, why did he have to be so slimy sometimes? Benson was a good friend, but he was too sneaky for my liking.

  “How the hell am I going
to find a temporary wife?” I hissed.

  Benson straightened his shoulder and exhaled. “Oh, come on. You know me well enough to know I’ve got it all figured out…”

  Great. Leave it to Benson to create a problem for me, and then try to solve it. I had a feeling that whatever he had in mind for me was going to be fucking insane.

  Chapter 2 – Wendy

  Rent was due. Rent was not being paid. Nor was there any money to pay the overdue rent.

  What was Daddy thinking? I always had to go behind his back and check on these things. It was like he didn’t mind being evicted or something. As long as I lived with him though, rent was going to be paid whether he liked it or not. I was used to taking care of him.

  Papers, papers everywhere. I was sitting in the middle of my bed in my small ass room. The mattress sat on the floor since box springs were for the wealthy. At least that was what I thought when I looked at the price. Even something like eighty bucks was a lot when you were struggling to make ends meet for your family.

  I didn’t have any brothers or sisters to help us out, either. Dad and I were on our own. Too bad I didn’t get much help from him, either. He was just spinning his wheels in what looked like a severe bout of depression ever since he had lost his programming job a while back. . My best friend Holly sometimes helped us out but she wasn’t family.

  Daddy used to be the shit. But the man had let himself go. Now he moped around the apartment feeling sorry for himself, not giving a shit about anything.

  Sometimes, I thought he didn’t give a shit about me either.

  But that was too much of a thought to comprehend. I was sure Daddy still loved me— he was just too miserable to show it.

  Tossing more papers around to read later, I took out my laptop and logged onto my father’s online bank account.

  “Let’s see, there should be enough in here for—” Those big red numbers were bolded. And I didn’t like the amount either. “Overdrawn by seven hundred dollars?!” I shrieked. “Dad!”