Slap and Swallow: An MFM Romance

by Angela Blake

  “Damn,” I exclaimed. I wondered what the kitchen and dining room would look like.

  Before I could open the door for the maids’ kitchen, however, they took me by the arm and we made our way to the right wing. The hallway looked almost exactly like the west wing and at the very end, there were also five doors.

  “What’s down here?” I asked.

  Dick opened one of the rooms and revealed it to be one big entertainment room. There were two televisions and both of them were at least seventy-inches big and were those curved, Ultra HD type of televisions. One was hooked to a very expensive-looking home theater system and the other had gaming consoles and a laptop connected to it. There was a large pool table, another for table tennis and there were a lot of reclining gaming chairs and stools. It looked like a really big gaming lounge, something I’d expect in a big house for rich men.

  Victor then opened the other rooms and revealed two of them to be big guest rooms with a queen-sized waterbed and another room to be a private studio filled with large studio lights, cameras and more. That last room looked like the type of room they’d use to film their private porn videos with girls like Alena.

  I wondered when I would be doing something like that with them. It was only a matter of time.

  “Where does the fifth door lead to?” I asked. “What about upstairs?”

  Dick smiled, “Outside that door is our basketball court and swimming pool. Upstairs you’ll just find the main bedrooms, a library, and a few office rooms. You’ll have an office all to yourself. As for your bedroom, we’re going to give you the room between mine and Victor’s. Of course, expect that you won’t actually be sleeping in there.”

  I looked at him and with a big smile, I said, “You guys do know you’re spoiling the shit out of me, right? I mean, what if I were some cheap cheat who’d leave you the moment I got what I wanted?”

  “We had girls like that,” Dick answered. “Alena wasn’t our first girlfriend. We… had a wife, before. I was the one legally married to her and Victor was kind of like her spiritual second husband. We had a lot of good days but then she just up and left, taking a big portion of our savings back then.”

  My jaw dropped and I looked at them with surprise. “Wait, are you serious?” I took a step back.

  Victor nodded and looked at me with sad eyes and an even sadder expression curving on his lips. “We loved her. We truly did. She divorced us and ran off with some prince from Turkey. We’ve tried to fill the void but even a girl like Alena disappointed us. She left us too.”

  “I’d understand it if she left us for love or lust or if we were too rough on her,” Dick lamented. “But we loved her. We loved them all. In the end, they left us just for money. We already gave everything and they still found someone who could give them more. So if you do the same… I guess it would just be fate.”

  I shook my head and refused to be that kind of girl. “No.”

  “What do you mean?” Victor asked.

  I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. I was making a life-changing decision and if I were to speak now I knew I had to stick to my word.

  With a deep breath, I then looked at them and said, “I won’t be like them. You saved me when I was depressed from a bad relationship. You gave me a job I could never aspire to have and you made me feel loved and desired. I’ve never had sex the way I’ve had it with you guys. I’ve decided… I’ll stay here with you.”

  There was no turning back. They knew it and I knew it too. To be completely honest, however, locking myself in with them was the closest I’ve ever had to being really free.

  Chapter Eight

  For the following weeks, I slowly got more used to my life with Richard and Victor as well as with my new job. I thought I’d get more exhausted, knowing the two men would want to have sex with me every night they can, but we hardly ever spent time together in the house. In three weeks we’ve only ever had sex together just twice.

  I blamed our schedules the most. Richard had to leave for a big business summit in Canada and Victor was usually away on small trips with stock investors and the like. They were only really in town for a day or two each week.

  The good thing was that whenever they were around they gave all of their attention to me. Matt never did that and neither did any of my past boyfriends. Most of the time I felt like I was the one sacrificing everything just to get their attention – maybe that was why I grew up so willingly to spread my legs for any guy who would fuck me. At least then I’d get some attention. With Dick and Victor, I didn’t have to struggle. They were always excited to see me.

  With them usually gone I had more time to focus on my job. I got to work a lot with Mr. Johnston. I later found out his first name was Raymond but I got a little too used to calling him Johnston so I stuck with it. He just tended to call me Ms. Ohlsson anyway and the only time he ever referred to me by my first name was because we were joking around and I asked to see if he could recall what my full name was.

  It was during one of these lazy days at work, stuck in the office with Johnston and our other collaborator, a fashion designer from France named Sabine when a bright idea suddenly popped into my head.

  “Hey,” I told them excitedly while we were seated at the desks eating cupped noodles. “I got an idea on how to reveal these new designs.”

  “Huh?” Sabine muttered in confusion. “We’re not going to do a fashion show?”

  A fashion show with ramp models was the traditional way to go. I figured they expected us to do the same thing. I didn’t want to do something like that. “I got a better idea. I thought of a way that would showcase these clothes as something any woman would wear, whether they’re rich or poor and no matter their racial background.”

  Johnston seemed to catch on and pressed for more details, “What do you have in mind?”

  “Let’s avoid the ramp modeling fashion show,” I explained first. “Only the well-to-do ever get to go to those shows anyway. However, these clothes we’re designing, these summer clothes, they’re meant for the everyday person so let’s focus our marketing strategy on our target demographic.”

  I felt especially smart for using words like “demographic” in a sentence like that. It helped hide the fact that I never got to finish college. It also reminded me that Dick and Victor didn’t just hire me for being their office pussy and household slut but also because I did contribute something for the company.

  “How do you want to do that? I mean, we could always just do commercials and hire women who aren’t necessarily models,” Johnston suggested.

  “You got some of the idea right,” I told him. “I was thinking of launching a viral marketing campaign, something we can do on social media and through the company website. We can have women from all over the country submit videos where they explain why they are the best representations of the ‘everyday woman.’ We then pick a dozen of those women and send them some of the clothes and have them make another video but this time wearing our products. We can then use those videos to market the new line.”

  “That’s a lot of work,” Sabine pointed out. “However, if it pulls off then our consumers will practically be marketing the new line of clothes for us. I like it, it’s smart and also connects with the consumer base.”

  Johnston nodded in agreement, “It will also prove that we don’t just make clothes for the high and mighty. With those videos, we’ll prove our company makes clothes for mothers, for teenagers, for the rich, for the poor and everyone in between.”

  “I’m pretty sure the bosses will like it too,” Sabine added. “Especially since the idea comes from you, Ms. Ohlsson.”

  I blushed and placed my cup of noodles to the corner of the table. I then reached for sheets of paper and began writing a draft proposal for my idea. I didn’t know all the technical know-how to get this done but I was sure if I gave it to Dick and Victor they’d help me see it through.

  ***

  “Are you sure abo
ut this?” Victor asked me the next day when he finally got back from a trip.

  We were in the penthouse office, once again in the living room. I was seated on one of the sofas and he was across me with the proposal in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

  “Y-yes daddy,” I told him. “I know we’ve never done something like this but I’m sure we can make it work.”

  Victor looked at me with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he was deep in thought. “You do know we’ve had royalty from the UK wear some of our products, right?”

  I nodded. That was part of my earliest research. I knew simply knowing it wouldn’t be convincing however so I decided to play with my next words while also squirming in my seat so I could tease him, showing off more of my legs as my skirt moved a little up.

  “Yes daddy, I know,” I answered in a softer, sultry voice. “We can use that to our advantage and say that with our clothes any woman can feel like royalty.”

  Victor’s eyes drew down to my legs and I knew I had him. It was just a matter of time before he would be thinking with his cock than with his head.

  “Come on, daddy,” I teased him more by slowly unbuttoning my office shirt. I got down on my knees and slowly crawled over to him, opening my mouth ever so softly and looking up at him with big, puppy eyes. “It’s basically writing its own slogan. ‘Any woman can feel like royalty’ will catch on, I promise you. Ooh, I promise daddy.”

  “Do you feel like royalty?” he asked me as he reached down and patted my head softly. I purred like a naughty kitten in heat.

  “I don’t have a tiara daddy,” I reminded him. “Every princess needs a cute tiara.”

  Victor smiled and he gave my cheeks a soft, almost sweet in a way, slap to the face before he got up and opened one of the cabinets by the sofa. It took him a few moments to sort through the content and I stayed down on all fours like an obedient little girl.

  When he returned he had several items in hand. I could clearly see he had a tiara in hand and a necklace but he also had a black outfit too. It was the outfit that he gave to me first.

  “Put this on,” he commanded.

  I took the clothes and laid it out for me to get a full view of what he wanted me to wear. A big smile crept on my face when I realized what it was. The outfit was a black piece of lingerie – mostly a tight corset with a few frills here and there and a few lacy patches. My ass would be well exposed and it wouldn’t take more than a few tugs to expose my pussy as well. Complementing the black design were a few red lines and the piece reminded me of some really kinky Victoria’s Secret items I once bought but never got to wear.

  “I love it, daddy,” I exclaimed. It literally took my breath away.

  The look on his face was both pride and lust blending together. He had this really big smile and I knew I did my daddy proud. I just hoped Dick would love me in this outfit just as much as Victor did. I never wanted either of them to feel left out. I loved them both and I never wanted an imbalance between us.

  “Put it on then,” he told me. He sat back down on the sofa. “When you’re ready, I’ll put on your tiara for you.”

  I got up and without hesitation, I took off my office clothes. I stripped, right then and there, until I was completely naked in front of him. Even with all his clothes on, I could see he was getting aroused; his erection was clearly visible even with his pants on. That just made me more anxious to please him.

  “How in the world did you get so fucking hot?” he asked me as I began to put on the lingerie piece. “Were you a cheerleader or something?”

  I shook my head and had to take a deep breath because of how freaking tight this piece was around the waist. “No, not really. I was never really into sports or anything but I did love to swim. I guess swimming counts as a sport. I also liked to dance but never for competitions or anything. Just the usual kinky strip dances for my ex-boyfriends.”

  That got Victor laughing. He even gave me a soft, slow applaud as he watched me change into the lingerie. When I was done he pointed down on the floor and I quickly did as he instructed; I got down on all fours and did my best attempt at seductively crawling towards him.

  “Very good,” he complimented. “Dick is so going to love this when he sees our little slutty princess in her outfit.”

  I stuck my tongue out and gave him a naughty wink.

  “Come closer,” he instructed. He spread his legs and quickly opened his zipper, letting his monstrous and already erect cock throb out in the open. He then gestured with his hand for me to come crawl closer, to crawl right up to his cock and give it a licking.

  “Yes daddy,” I answered and wiggled my hips as I inched my way nearer. Soon enough I got so close that his cock was no more than an inch away from my lips. I looked up, directly at him, and licked his shaft slowly while never taking my eyes off of him. “Yummy, daddy… yummy.”

  He took the tiara and placed it on my head, “There. Now you really look like a kinky princess. Tell daddy you're our princess.”

  “I’m your princess, daddy,” I told him before licking the length of his meat. I engulfed the head just for a moment and then popped it back out and said, “I’m a princess for you, Daddy Victor, and for Daddy Richard.”

  “Good,” a voice suddenly said.

  I turned around and saw Dick standing by the office door, with his cock out and in his hands.

  Chapter Nine

  “Daddy!” I greeted with a big smile.

  Victor then waved at his friend, “Come on here, man. I just gave her the gift we got from our trip to Chicago.”

  Dick didn’t wait another second and he walked over and got right behind me. “Suck his dick, baby. Suck it good. Suck it like you fucking can’t live without it.”

  He didn’t need to tell me that twice. I opened my mouth wide and buried Victor’s cock in my mouth like a starving, craving animal. I didn’t care if I slobbered over him, and I definitely didn’t care if he treated my mouth and lips like another pussy for him to fuck. It felt good.

  “She’s so excited,” Dick said from behind right as he grabbed my ass cheeks and gave a squeeze. He then began to rub down and caress my pussy with his big, thick fingers. “Baby you’re such a treasure.”

  I wanted to thank him for saying that but my mouth and tongue were kind of busy.

  “Let’s give our princess the proper coronation she deserves,” Dick suggested and Victor quickly agreed with a simple nod.

  Victor pushed me off his cock and before I knew what was going on Dick lay down on the sofa and they made me lay beside him, my back to his belly as if we were spooning. In this position, as we lay sideways, he pushed the fabric of the lingerie out of the way and began to slide his eager cock through the folds of my pussy. It was at that point I realized how warm and moist I was between the legs – even I couldn’t believe how fucking horny I was.

  As Dick prepared to penetrate through my pussy Victor stood up and brought his cock over to my face. He was not one to wait and though I had my mouth open he grabbed me by the head with both his hands and pulled me in with much force. I nearly gagged when I felt the pressure and how his cock pierced down the length of my throat but I loved it. I wanted him to fuck my face… and he did.

  My consciousness began to fade as soon as Victor blasted my face with his cock. It was bigger than anything I ever had and it was digging its way into my throat in short, quick and jerky thrusts. He fucked me so roughly and so wildly I thought I was going to lose my mind and lose all consciousness. I thought I was going to black out and just let him continue plowing into me.

  Victor took no mercy and for the first time since I met them, I felt completely helpless as he pounded his way into me. Dick also didn’t give me any breathing room as he took my arms, placed them behind me and he held down tightly with one hand while he used the other to guide his cock and slide it into my anxious and wet pussy.

  “Mmm!” I tried to howl in both ecstasy and shock when Dick
thrust his cock into my womanhood. ‘Oh fuck me! Please, daddies, don’t stop!’ were the words I wanted to scream but they were plugging me from both ends, keeping me silent but for my muffled moans.

  Dick was also not taking his usual sweet time. Gone was the sweet, mellow love-making and now he went full force in pounding his cock into me, shoving his enormous meat in as far as it would go.

  I felt like my body was going to crack and split in two each time Dick thrust into me and when I would scream Victor would plow his own shaft deeper into my mouth. Everywhere I turned to and every inch of my body was being used with little to no moments of rest.

  At my age and with the amount of sexual encounters I’ve had already, I thought I tried it all. Dick and Victor proved me wrong. There was so much more for me to experience and I felt like a virgin discovering all of these things for the first time.

  Before I knew it, Dick had brought out a black blindfold and I couldn’t resist as he wrapped it around my head and kept me blind to whatever they had planned next.

  “Say you love it,” Victor commanded as he began to massage my clit right as he was fucking my pussy with his throbbing cock. I was experiencing a stimulation overload.

  “I-I love it, daddy!” I managed to shout out before my words melted into a blob of moans and cries of euphoria.

  Someone – although by my guess it was Dick – lifted me up and brought me into one of the offices. They put me on top of a desk, pushing aside the papers and folders, and spread my legs. I expected a hot, angry cock to plow into me but to my shock and surprise, I felt a plastic cock slide its way between my legs.

  “Aah! Oh f-fuck, ooh fuck!” I moaned out when I realized they were inserting a small sex toy. Just as I began to cry out they turned it on and my whole body shook with the sudden vibrations. “Aah! Aah! F-fuck me!”