Harem: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Their kiss grows even more intense now, and they start grinding, their cocks pinned down between their bodies. Jesus, I think I’m going to come just by looking at them. I’m so horny right now that there seems to be a bonfire right between my thighs.

  “C’mere,” I whisper, looking up at them, and it seems like the sound of my voice finally breaks whatever trance they were in. They look down at me, out of breath, and simply smile. Their smile seems to say ‘thank you’, and so I just smile back a ‘you’re welcome.”

  Reaching for their cocks, I grab them and make them turn to me. Moving my hands fast, I start stroking them, looking up at them while my heart beats fast inside my chest. I flick both my wrists so fast that the muscles in my forearm start complaining, and so I change gears.

  I lean in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive straight into Drake’s cock. His shaft rolls past my lips easily, and I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressing down against the back of my throat. I pull back then, and do the same with Sloane, the scent of their cocks blending inside my mouth and blanketing my brain with a sweet madness.

  I go like that a few times, taking my mouth from one cock to the other, before I realize I have to step up. I angle their cocks so that they’re pointing at each other, their tips brushing against one another, and then I lean in once more. I wrap my lips around both their cocks at the same time, my jaw burning from the effort, and I push my mouth down as much as possible.

  “Fuck,” Sloane groans, looking down at me with wide eyes, their cocks crammed inside my mouth and pulsing against one another.

  “See? I might have a tight mouth, but it’s a hard working one,” I say when their cocks pop out of me. Tilting my head sideways, I lick their shafts in a coming and going motion, my tongue traveling up and down their long inches.

  Dangerously close to Drake’s balls, I let instinct take the wheel and I open up my mouth and suck one in, pushing my tongue against and making it roll inside my mouth. I do the same with Sloane’s balls, feeling their warm heaviness filling me up, and I realize that I want more than this. It’s their turn to please me.

  Letting go of their cocks, I sit up on the table once more and, leaning back, I spread my legs wide. Drake’s the first to follow after me; with a growl in his throat, he reaches for my back and unclasps my bra, pushing the straps down my arms with frantic movements. Once the cups droop over my tits, he just yanks the whole thing off and throws it the side.

  Then, they both grab my thong and peel it off, pushing it down my legs until I’m completely naked.

  “Your mouths… I need them now,” I purr, the anticipation almost killing me. They exchange an anxious glance and they fit their bodies between my legs at the same time, both their mouths going for my inner thighs at the same time. Drake’s on my left side, and Sloane on the right one; their kisses are almost synchronized, and they kiss my thighs in an upward line, going straight for my pussy.

  As if they knew exactly what to do, they position themselves so that they kiss my pussy at the same time: Drake wraps his lips around my clit and Sloane focuses on my drenched folds, sucking them into his mouth and running his tongue across the length of my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” I moan, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard, the palm of my hands pressing down on my hard nipples. Everything in me is burning right now, from my pussy to my nipples, and from my mind to my soul. Instead of blood, what’s coursing through my veins is liquid pleasure, and my heart just keeps on pumping it faster and faster, my moans turning into screams, and then my screams turning into a subdued whisper of ecstasy.

  Placing my elbows on the table, I look at them and smile to myself as they start sucking on my folds at the same time, sucking and licking hungrily. They’re doing in such a way that they’re kissing at the same time, the scenery between my thighs a confusion of fluids, lips, and tongue. A masterpiece, I’d say.

  “Don’t… Don’t stop,” I moan again, half begging, half ordering them. They keep on ravaging my pussy hungrily until I simply can’t take it anymore, an orgasm exploding inside my body and turning into sound as I scream.

  “OH GOD! OH GOD!” I scream as loud as I can, tangling my fingers in their hair and yanking so hard I might rip it from their scalps. I keep their faces pressed tight against my pussy as I come, and I thrust my hips upward at the same time, rubbing my fluids all over their faces.

  When I’m finally done, I just collapse on top of the table, a wild laugh on my lips.

  “Oh God, that was amazing,” I tell them, momentarily forgetting all about my mom, the mess our companies are in, and all the planning we still have to do. Right now, I’m living in the present.

  “I’ve had my fun… Now it’s time you have yours,” I tease them, sitting up on the edge of table and curling my fingers around their wrists. They look at me with a curious look, but then they smile as they realize what I’m doing.

  I take Drake’s hand to Sloane’s cock, and I do the same with Sloane’s hand. They curl their fingers around each other’s cock hesitantly but, once that’s done, they don’t need any further guidance. They start stroking each other furiously, the movement of their hands just a blur. Leaning in, they start kissing in abandonment, completely forgetting that I’m in the room with them. And that’s just how I want it; they’ve been postponing this moment for too long, and now I want them to go all the way.

  And when I say all the way, I mean it. But you already know that, don’t you? I’m not the kind of girl to do things half ass.

  “On your knees, Drake,” I say out loud, and they both turn to me with a surprised look, almost as if they didn’t expect me to be there. “On your knees,” I repeat, a commanding tone in my voice.

  He does it willingly, turning his attention back to Sloane and going down to his knees. Once he’s on the ground, he grabs Sloane’s cock once more, and this time he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do: just like I did before, he leans in and, parting his lips, he takes his stepson’s long shaft inside his mouth.

  For someone who’s blowing a man for the first time in his life, I have to say that Drake’s talented. He bobs his head back and forth with clockwork precision, and he accompanies the motion of his head with his hand, stroking and sucking at the same time.

  Sloane’s groaning with delight, his head thrown back and his fingers running through Drake’s hair. These two are enjoying themselves, that much is for sure. Oh, but I won’t stop here… no way.

  Spreading my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and I take two fingers to my clit, pressing down on that sensitive spot and stroking him with fast vicious circles. I chomp on my lower lip as I touch myself, barely blinking as I take in the scene unfolding right before my eyes.

  My hands moves as if it has a life of its own, my fingers destroying my clit with precise but vicious strokes. There’s a hurricane of thoughts dancing inside my head, and they all seem to whisper the same thing: I have to make them go all the way. There’s no other option.

  They want it, I know it, but they’re too afraid to admit it … and too afraid to do anything about it. But look at the way they’re enjoying themselves now, completely lost in what they’re doing. In fact, I think I’m going to stop him because if I don’t, I bet Drake is just going to suck on Sloane until he cums into his mouth.

  “That’s enough,” I tell them, slowing down the motion of my fingers. Drake stops sucking on Sloane, suddenly taking his cock out of his mouth and turning to look at me, confusion in his eyes. “You want more.”

  They just look at me with wide eyes, not doing anything, but I can see past their facade. “Say it,” I demand, staring them down.

  “I… want more,” Sloane finally says, pushing the words out of his mouth one at a time.

  “I want more,” Drake repeats, his voice loaded with electric anxiety.

  “Good,” I tell them with a grin. “Now, you know what to do.” I narrow my eyes, still staring them down as my grin widens. I don�
��t need to say anything else: Sloane goes down to his knees and then he turns around so that his back is turned to Drake. He bends over, placing his hands on the floor and juts his ass back at Drake.

  Our stepdad takes a deep breath and, pursing his lips, closes the distance between him and Sloane. He runs the tip of his fingers over Sloane’s ass crack, lingering over his asshole, and then presses down on it. I go back to working on my clit as I see Sloane grimacing, an expression of pain and pleasure taking over his face.

  That’s it, boys, show me what you got.

  Replacing his finger with his cock, Drake starts brushing it up and down over Sloane’s crack. Taking another deep breath, he places the tip of his member over Sloane’s asshole and moves his hips forward, feeding one inch of his cock into my brother’s asshole.

  “Fuck,” Sloane groans, his eyes closed shut as Drake slides his cock into his ass, only stopping when he’s all the way in. “Oh, fucking hell,” Sloane continues, getting the words out from between his gritted teeth.

  Hell, I want in on the action.

  I get out from the table and walk toward them, lying down by Sloane’s side. He looks at me with a confused look on his face, but I just take one hand back to my clit and, with the other one, I grab his cock. I look at Drake and nod; reading my thoughts, he starts rocking his hips, making his cock slide in and out of Sloane’s ass.

  I move my hands at the same rhythm Sloane’s thrusting, mimicking the flowing motion of his body, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Even though all I want is to surrender to the pleasure demanding my attention, I can’t turn away from what’s happening right in front of me; this is too important for me to miss.

  “Give me… all… you got…” Sloane groans, and that’s all it takes for Drake to go completely insane. He grabs Sloane harshly and starts to thrust wildly, slamming his cock as fast and as hard as is humanly possible. The sound of his thighs slapping Sloane’s ass drive me insane, and I have to let go of Sloane’s cock so that I can focus on my pussy; right now, it demands all of my attention, and it’s not up for debate.

  I bite on my lower lip as my clit seems to boil, and a scream takes shape in my mouth as a sudden orgasm explodes inside me out of the blue. I arch my back, my fingers still moving over my clit, and I moan as my body convulses.

  Even though I’m lying down on the floor, convulsing and moaning, Drake and Sloane barely seem to notice; right now, they’re in a world of their own. And that’s just fine; they’ve more than earned it.

  “I’m going to—Fuck, I’m close,” I hear Sloane say, and that wicked side of me jumps into action. Without even knowing what I’m doing, I jump to my feet and dart toward the table. I grab one of the glasses of water lying there and run back toward Sloane, kneeling by his side.

  “Cum, cum for me… Cum for us,” I whisper into his ear, once more grabbing his cock and stroking him. The glass is in my other hand, and I place it right under Sloane’s cock, tilting it toward him.

  It happens fast; Drake gives one final and violent thrust, grunting, and Sloane’s cock throbs against my fingers. A fraction of a second after that he starts gushing his seed into the glass, and my mouth hangs open as I realize just how much Sloane is cumming. I’m using a tall glass and, once he’s done, the glass is half-filled.

  He tumbles forward, collapsing on the floor with a grunt, and I turn my attention toward Drake, holding the glass right in front of his cock. And I do it just in time, because he starts cumming in no time. I curl my fingers around his cock as the first strand of cum flies out from it, and I angle it down so that it all goes inside the glass.

  My heart races faster as I see the glass filling up with his translucent seed, and all it takes is a few seconds for it to be brimming. Drops of it drip down the clear surface of the glass and onto my hands, and the last strands of cum Drake shoots hit me across my forearm.

  “Now this is impressive,” I whisper, holding the glass in front of me as I go up to my feet. Drake just looks at me, breathing hard and not knowing what to say.

  “What’s that for?” Sloane asks, going up to his feet and standing side by side with Drake.

  “What do you think?” I reply with a question of my own, twirling the glass in front of me and watching their cum blend until I can no longer tell to whom it belongs. Drake doesn’t respond, but the expression on his face is a reply of its own; in his eyes there’s surprise and excitement. And all that just intensifies as, without taking my eyes off of his, I raise the glass to my lips and let a mouthful of cum drip into my mouth.

  Their saltiness coats my tongue with all its raw flavor, and I just do what instinct tells me to: I swallow. Their juices go down my throat easily, and that makes me lose all control. Throwing all caution to the window, I open my mouth as wide as I can and tilt the glass down.

  Their cum slides from the glass into my mouth in a fountain, cascading over my tongue like a never ending river. I feel drops of it splattering my face, and a few strands drip down my chin as their juices fill me up to the brim. Once the glass is empty, I let it slip from my fingers and onto the carpeted floor; still holding all that cum inside my mouth, I grab Drake and Sloane by the hand and pull them into me.

  Their mouths fly straight into mine at the same time, and we share a kiss that transcends this dimension we live in. Seriously, it’s so amazing it’s hard to believe that I’m not dreaming.

  The three of us are kissing now, our tongues dancing and wrestling together as cum flows from my mouth and into theirs. I feel it go down my neck, large drops leaving a glistening trail on my skin as they hike over the curve of my breasts.

  Grabbing my own tits, I smear their cum all over my naked body, wishing for this kiss to never end. Because now I’m sure that we aren’t just fucking. This isn’t just sex.

  This is something else.

  Something better.

  I may never need to use my toys again.

  Wait!

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  My toys. I might know a way out of this mess! I might have the answer!

  But I can’t tell you till I’m sure. Sorry, babe. You’re going to have to be patient. No sense in raising your hopes. But Linda problems could go away so fast.

  Don’t pout. Just give me some time, okay?

  Drake

  Emails are pinging and my entire staff is frantically shuffling around the building. The phones have been ringing off the hook, non-stop. I answer the one on my desk.

  "Hello, Drake speaking."

  "Mr. Carlton, it's Michael from Capital Bank. I have some difficult news. I'm calling to inform you that we are withdrawing financing for all normal operations."

  "Wait, you don't need to do that."

  "I'm afraid that this is non-negotiable. It's a unanimous and final decision."

  "I can explain, I—" I begin to say, but it's useless. The banker on the other end of the call hangs up and ends the conversation. The finality of it is deafening.

  Just fucking great.

  In the last 24 hours, the media backlash has been a difficult pill to swallow. I'm being swarmed and blindsided from every fucking angle. And if I'm honest, sometimes I feel like I'm downright choking. I'm sitting in my office as my staff crowds around the large television mounted on the wall.

  We're all hanging on its every word, listening to the news reporter.

  "The so-called 'Shark of Wall Street' is creating a national frenzy. In a move highlighting the arrogance, degradation, and downright corruption of Wall Street's elite, sources have revealed that CEO Drake 'The Shark' Carlton, and CEO Sloane Hardman of Hard Times have been engaged in a bizarre and taboo sex ring with business newcomer, Natalie Vanderhill. It remains to be seen how a series of corruption charges will derail the careers of all three individuals, as well as affect a slew of private investors."

  My entire staff turns to me, trying to read any emotions revealed on my face. Even Eric is sweating; I can see armpit stains pooling under his arms and
seeping through his button-up shirt. I don't give in to it, and instead remain stoic.

  The reporter continues, "Photographs of the three have been retrieved that show a lewd, crude, and completely degenerate trio. Less than 24 hours after the news of this broke, Capital Bank's VP of Public Affairs took to Twitter, and had this to say: 'We refuse to turn a deaf ear to this scandal & frankly we refuse to financially back Carlton, Hardman, and Vandherhill any longer.' It remains to be seen whether or not the trio can ever regain investor confidence. The public has expressed a myriad of reactions to the allegations, many viewing it with shock and outrage. One stockholder called this a 'breach of trust.' And in further developments, Carlton and Hardman are each being indicted on alleged stock manipulation charges. This news organization strives to be fair and objective in it's reporting, however, in this instance, it's fair to say that we feel this trio should be punished to the full extent of the law."

  CJ breaks our silence. "This package just came for you," she says.

  She hands me a large, unmarked envelope, and I immediately open it. Inside, I find a handwritten note that reads:

  "I told you not to fuck with me."

  There is no name attributed to the package or the note, but its source is no fucking mystery; I immediately recognize the tight, closed loops of the letters that slant to the left.

  This is Linda's work.

  CJ looks more distraught than usual. "What are we going to do? It's everywhere I look—on the TV, on the Internet, and even on the front page of today's New York Daily Journal," she says, pointing to the paper lying face up on my desk. She says this in one flustered burst. "If we don't fix this, we'll all be out on the street."

  I look down at the paper and the headline reads, “Scandal and Corruption on Wall Street.” The article goes on to read:

  "The hard-charging so-called 'Shark of Wall Street' is being faced with a new kind of blood bath. Allegations are swirling of sexual favors for insider trading information. One source, who prefers to remain anonymous said, 'I understood immediately what was going on, which was that both Mr. Carlton and Mr. Hardman, with the aid of Ms. Vanderhill were sharing non-public information to conduct trades for the company, Dirty Lil' Angels.' Regulators are determining whether investigations will be needed."