At that Penny blushed but Vince whispered in her ear, saying, “A good mistress is always ready for her man’s cock. You’re doing so well already, sweetheart. I think it’s time you say goodbye to your virginity. By the time you leave tonight, you’ll know what it’s like to have a man, or two, between your legs. We’re going to bang the hell out of that pretty little hole of yours until you’re begging for mercy. How does that sound?”
Vince’s silky tone in her ear coupled with Nolan’s questing fingers deep inside her touched off a need so startling she could only nod for fear if she opened her mouth, she’d embarrass herself with nonsensical babbling.
“The question is...who will get the honor of fucking you first?” Vince mused, squeezing her breasts, almost painfully. “Do you have a preference, sweetling?”
She shook her head. Vince chuckled. “Just as well. We are both endowed with generous cocks. Likely, it will hurt the first time either way. But we’ll make it up to you.” He released her breasts and stepped around her to join Nolan. He looked to his brother. “I know how difficult it’s been for you to wait.” He gestured toward Penny with an air of generosity. “Her cherry is yours, my brother.”
Nolan grinned. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I will take her ass for the first time.”
“You’ve always been an ass man,” Nolan remarked, then stripped his shirt and pants, tossing the clothing and feasting his gaze on her nakedness. His grin turned decidedly feral and Penny shivered. He palmed his cock and hefted the thick length. Penny wasn’t sure that large thing was going to fit inside her body. Fear of the unknown dampened her wild arousal but Nolan didn’t give her the chance to think too long. “On your knees, beautiful,” he instructed softly but firmly. She sank to the floor. His cock bobbed in front of her. The blunt head that sprang from a trimmed bed of hair was thick and mushroom-shaped and he smelled spicy and musky. She’d never smelled anything so arousing before. She wanted to bury her face in the crinkly hairs of his groin and nuzzle the thick length. She didn’t need to be told what to do next and simply went on instinct, sucking the big head into her mouth, marveling at the silken steel as it slid between her lips, growing harder as she sucked and lavished all the attention she could manage with her inexperience. Where she lacked in experience or technique, she tried to make up for with enthusiasm and judging by the way Nolan groaned with each suck and lick of her tongue, he appreciated her efforts. “God, she’s a fucking natural at sucking cock,” Nolan gasped, threading his fingers through her hair. “Yess,” he moaned, thrusting his hips against her face as she sucked harder and faster. The head of his cock banged against the back of her throat and she reached up to cup the twin soft sacs bouncing against her chin. A thin rivulet of saliva escaped her mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips. She gripped his ass cheeks, drawing him closer, holding onto him as if for dear life, loving the sounds of his pleasure as he fucked her face with his thick cock.
Suddenly, another cock appeared and she eagerly accepted Vince’s member into her mouth while continuing to rub and stroke Nolan’s cock while she serviced Vince. She felt gloriously dirty and experienced as she played and sucked at both men. She glanced up at them and saw their eyes closed and their mouths hanging slightly open as they enjoyed her touch. But suddenly Nolan gently pulled away with a sigh and said, “Suck off my brother, darling girl. I wish to watch you take his cock down your throat before I fuck you senseless.”
He collapsed on the sofa, his glistening cock slapping against his thigh as he settled in to watch and she since she wanted to please them both, she returned to Vince’s cock in earnest. It wasn’t long before Vince’s groans changed with the tempo of his thrusts. Soon he was ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her face as he would her pussy. She was spiraling with insane pleasure knowing that she was driving him mad with desire. “That’s it, baby,” he grunted, his voice a tight growl. “I’m going to cum!”
She braced herself and seconds later her mouth was filled with warm salty fluid that shot down her throat in hurtling jets that matched each thrust against her face. She gulped the thick liquid, though at first it was startling but she eagerly took every drop. Vince’s spent cock slipped from her mouth and she surreptitiously wiped away the spit and sank back on her heels, waiting for what came next. Vince stumbled to the sofa and fell onto the leather with a heavy but satisfied grunt. “Holy shit, I’ve never cum so hard. Baby girl, you’re something else,” he praised her breathlessly. She couldn’t help her pleased grin at the compliment. It wasn’t something she could brag about outside of these walls but still, she’d take it. Vince looked to Nolan who was slowly palming his cock, keeping it hard and ready. “She deserves your tongue before you take her cherry. Trust me, she’s earned it.”
“Gladly,” Nolan said, moving from the sofa like a cat sliding from its perch. His muscles bunched and coiled beneath his skin and before she knew it, she was on her back with Nolan above her. His ash-blonde hair framed his gorgeous face and for a moment, Penny could only stare at the picture of male beauty poised above her. “Tell me, have you ever had a tongue playing with your clit?” he asked softly, the hard length of his cock pressing against her soft belly. At the awed shake of her head, he grinned and simply moved down her body, pausing to tongue the wide bowl of her navel before pushing her thighs apart to gaze down at her pink folds. Penny blushed at being so openly studied but she liked the way his eyes darkened with lust when he buried his face between her legs. She nearly twisted in on herself with the first exploratory flick of his tongue against her swollen little clit hidden between her slick folds. His wiggling tongue found and played with the hot button until she was writhing, begging for something that she could only dream of. Nothing in her fantasies had ever felt so good, so dirty. Something tingled deep inside her, building like a giant wave ready to crash to the shore. She struggled against its power, a bit frightened by the intensity but Nolan wouldn’t let her back off and mercilessly pushed her to that ledge. Her thighs began to quake and every muscle tensed as a riot of pleasure exploded inside her body. “Ohhhh,” she cried, thrashing her head from side to side as she was buffeted by the pleasure radiating from her clit and spreading across her nerve endings. Nolan lifted his head to smile knowingly and she blushed furiously. She covered her face with her hands as she tried to recover but Nolan wouldn’t let her.
He rose above her and firmly pulled her hands free. “I want to see every emotion as it travels across your face, especially after I’ve made you cum. Understand?”
She nodded but admitted, “I’m embarrassed.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I sounded like an animal,” she answered, unable to hide her awkwardness at the intimacies between them. His cock was still hard and ready, nudging at her damp thighs and small pulses of pleasure were still thrumming through her body.
His gracious smile did funny things to her insides as he said, “Darling, fucking is primal and raw. At its core, sex is all about returning to our most primitive selves. And the sounds you make when you cum are lovely. Now,” he said, his gaze darkening. “Time to pluck that sweet cherry.” She shuddered and nodded. Nolan regarded her with that intense stare, devouring her with his eyes. He bent down to take her mouth roughly. He smelled of her musk and it was intoxicating. His tongue tangled with hers almost savagely, fucking her with his tongue as thoroughly as Vince had fucked her mouth and she was nearly breathless with need and desire, twisting beneath Nolan as he pressed his cock against her. She opened her legs and the blunt head of Nolan’s hard length butted against her soft, slick folds. He gently bent her knees and pressed them to her chest, opening her further and leaving her vulnerable to his gaze. Her gaze shifted away, too shy to watch as Nolan prepared to breach her virgin walls. She wanted this — desperately — but her head was spinning with everything that had happened that night. Nolan sensed her thoughts had drifted and quickly caught her attention by pushing himself inside her, inch by excruciat
ingly thick inch. She sucked in a tight breath as the pain of being entered for the first time surprised her. Tears sprang to her eyes but she held back her whimper with a press of her lips. She gazed up at Nolan, focusing on his face as he slowly penetrated her with the single-minded focus of a man on a mission. God, he was breathtaking. She could stare at him all day. Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through her as he made one final hard thrust against her. She screamed and clutched at Nolan as sweat broke out along her hairline. That must’ve been her hymen, she thought in a pained daze.
“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” Nolan asked between gritted teeth, looking as if it took Herculean effort to slow and wait for her to adjust to his invasion. She didn’t want to seem like a crybaby but knew she couldn’t lie and jerked a tiny nod. “It’ll get better,” he promised and distracted her by taking her mouth again as he began a slow, sensual grind in and out of her slick sheath. She moaned against his mouth as the pain began to recede and a different sensation tingled in the pit of her stomach. “That’s it, baby,” he growled with approval as she began to move with him, almost mindlessly in tune with her body’s needs. Everything felt so good. A wildness overtook her and she clutched at Nolan’s back, digging her nails into his strong flesh.
“Harder,” she begged, loving how his cock filled her, forcing her body to accommodate every inch. “Please, Nolan,” she whimpered. “Make me yours!”
Her impassioned plea sparked a ferocity in Nolan as he pumped into her with thrusts that shook her body and caused her large breasts to jiggle and bounce. And she loved it! And with a quick, heated glance at Vince, she could tell he was enjoying the show as well. In fact, his cock had begun to swell again and he was stroking it as he watched them. Knowing that Vince watched gave her a delicious thrill. She reveled in the knowledge that both men were wild for her and she embraced her newfound confidence with both hands. To have two sexy, beautiful men lusting after her — dominating her — was as much a turn-on as any dirty movie she’d ever happened to see. She cried out with abandon as her muscles tightened and coiled as her nerve endings sizzled and snapped with each deep thrust. “Yess!” she shrieked, cleaving to Nolan as he pounded her body without mercy. And just as Nolan groaned and his hip thrusts became erratic as his eyes rolled in his head with pleasure, she spiraled into her second orgasm, though this one was deeper and more fulfilling than the previous one. She nearly sobbed against Nolan’s shoulder as waves of pleasure rocked her body, causing her to forget everything else around her. She was sinking into a void of pure pleasure and happily being obliterated by the all-encompassing sensation of being completely and thoroughly fucked to the most perfect conclusion.
“Fuck me,” Nolan breathed, rolling to his back on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. “Ohh, man. That was...ohhh, sweetheart...definitely worth every penny.”
She grinned, not the least bit offended. In fact, she beamed with pride. That’s right, her pussy was worth a pretty penny and she was all right with that. She rolled to her stomach and regarded Vince with a flirty smile. “Whatcha got there, Vince?” she asked coyly, watching him palm himself, his eyes dark with hunger. “Can I play with it, too?”
She only blushed a tiny bit at her own bold comment but judging by how quickly Vince vaulted from the sofa, he appreciated her invitation. “My turn, babycakes,” he said, lifting her hips so that her ass was in the air. She held her breath, suffering an attack of bashfulness but Vince soon eradicated any reserve she may have held the moment he pushed himself inside her well-used core. She was dripping from Nolan’s seed, slicking her passage for Vince’s entry. She groaned as Vince gripped her ass cheeks and thrust against her like a piston. He rode her hard, shocking her when he slapped her ass cheek as he pumped his cock into her. She squeaked at the contact but then realized she liked the sudden shock of pain that quickly warmed to pleasure. Penny arched her back and Vince growled his approval, which warmed her with silly happiness at having pleased him. “Do you like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice tight and low. The grip on her hips tightened when she moaned in answer. “That’s our girl,” he said, burying his cock into her so deep she thought he might pop out of her throat. She liked being called his girl. She felt cherished and desired, two feelings she’d craved for so long but had given up on ever experiencing. “Tell me you like it,” he commanded.
“Oh God, I love it,” she admitted without shame, gasping as he hit the most sensitive spot inside her, causing her to shudder with desire. “Fuck me harder!”
“My pleasure,” he said, reaching over to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch deeper. His cock plunged in and out, the sounds of sloppy sex echoing in the richly appointed room as they fucked like animals.
Penny cried out with each bone-jarring thrust, mindless with wanton lust. It was as if the person she’d been before this moment never existed at all. Nolan and Vince made her feel sexy and desirable and it emboldened her to new heights. She wasn’t ashamed of her full-figured body because Nolan and Vince had shown her just how much they wanted her and that was an insane turn-on.
“Yesss,” hissed Vince as he pumped his load deep inside her. “God, yes!”
And Penny followed a second later, shuddering and panting as her orgasm rolled over her like a mad wave, crashing down on her nerve endings and turning her inside out with black-out level pleasure. Vince withdrew from her wet sheath and Penny rolled to her back, breathing just as hard as Vince. It was several moments before either could speak.
When she finally came to her senses, Penny felt a blush coming but she forced herself to lift her chin and smile at her gorgeous new lovers. Both were adorable in their post-sex haze, their eyes at half-mast as they smiled lazily at her. A laugh bubbled up from deep inside her belly and spilled out in the form of giggles.
“What’s so funny?” Nolan asked with an intrigued smile. “Should I be worried? When a woman laughs after sex it’s usually not a good sign.”
“Most definitely not a good sign,” Vince agreed, though he was smiling, too. They both knew they had nothing to worry about. Penny certainly hadn’t faked a moment of pleasure with them. God good, she couldn’t even imagine needing to fake a single moan with either of them. Her body was still pulsing with residual pleasure as their seed slowly dripped from her well-used cored. Tomorrow, she would be sore, she knew. Her hips were already protesting but it was a delicious pain, one that reminded her just how wild her two men were to be with her. Vince rolled on his side. “Come on, what’s so funny, sweetheart?”
Her giggles subsided and a happy sigh followed. “I was just thinking that before tonight I’d been considering going out on a date with Gilbert and that likely, I might’ve lost my virginity to him instead of Nolan. I was going to settle because I was tired of waiting for the right guy.”
“A woman like you should never settle,” Nolan said with a faint growl. “Remember that.”
“Any man who doesn’t see how fucking sexy you are, is an idiot,” Vince said, a fierce scowl on his face to match his tone. He pulled Penny to him, nuzzling her neck. “But their loss is our gain, right brother?”
“Hell yes,” Nolan agreed, tracing his finger down the column of her back, causing her to shiver. “We’re going to have lots of fun. By the time we’re through with you, you’ll never be the same.”
She shivered, knowing in her heart this was true. She was already different.
And she liked it. There was no going back to that insecure, forgotten woman ever again.
Penny sighed and rolled to her back, loving how both men flanked her. Their spent cocks twitched as if eager to return to the soft, wet safety of her body and their eyes darkened with open desire. She gazed at both in turn. “I’ve been a virgin too long,” she said, her mouth lifting in a playful yet mischievous smile. “Tell me...what else can you teach me?”
They each shared a look — one filled with dark promise and sensual adventure — as they began to slowly make their way down her body wi
th their mouths working in tandem and Penny knew they were going to be very thorough teachers.
And she couldn’t wait to show them what a good student she could be.
“Ohhhh, yesss!...”
-3-
Penny McDaniel didn’t think there was another man alive that could compare to the decadent handsomeness of Vince and Nolan Buchanan. Strong enough to toss her around like a ragdoll in spite of her bountiful curves with the stamina of a bull when they had her on her back (or knees), both men were exhaustive in their desire to possess her body and soul.
Sometimes Penny had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t living in a wonderful dream — a wonderfully erotic dream, at that.
Two months ago, the billionaire brothers who owned and operated Buchanan Enterprises, had approached her with a very unusual, very shocking business proposal and she’d accepted.
Holy hotcakes, had she accepted.
Since then, her life had been a whirlwind of sexual education (yes, she’d been a virgin prior to the brothers, and yes, she knew how crazy that seemed in this day and age) that’d often left her breathless (and deliciously spent) as well as mind-bogglingly overwhelmed.
Penny had gone from lowly bean counter to highly desired mistress of two of the wealthiest men in the world and it was quite an adjustment.
To say she lived a privileged — albeit complicated — life was an understatement. She’d gone from anxiously staking out Payless BOGO events for new shoes to slipping into the well-heeled luxury of hand-crafted Chanel with price tags that made her want to faint. Somehow it seemed obscene to spend such an inordinate amount of money on things that went on her feet. But then, she supposed she’d never really been like many women who salivated over expensive shoes so when the Buchanans insisted on updating her wardrobe, she’d felt a bit like Julie Roberts on Rodeo Drive, trying to find a look that both suited and flattered. To be honest, it’d been an exercise in frustration. Designers simply didn’t make clothes that flattered a fuller figure.
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