Men of the House: A MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  “Come for me…” I whisper, looking up at him as my hand goes back and forth over his cock. “Come for me, Arsen…” His cock starts spasming against my fingers, thick white ropes of semen gushing out. Just like I pictured when talking with Henry, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, strands of semen immediately covering it as I tilt my head back. I don’t stop stroking; I keep jerking him as he comes, his cock still spasming each time it shoots at me.

  He has his eyes closed, his hands on top of my head as he opens his mouth to exhale sharply. Seeing his pleasure, I start stroking him even harder than before, wanting to empty him completely. As if he has a never-ending supply of cum inside of him, he keeps shooting; my mouth is brimming with cum, his warm juices already covering my face. He only stops cumming when I’m drowning in it, the skin on my chest glistening from the warm gooey layer that covers it.

  Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock as he finishes, his fast breathing finally slowing down. A grin on my lips, I go up to my feet and press my body against his, my cum-covered breasts rubbing against his hard pectorals. I lean in to kiss him, opening my mouth wide and allowing all of the cum I hold inside to drip down to his lips. We kiss as if we were possessed, swapping cum and rubbing it all over our naked bodies. Time becomes meaningless as we surrender to wickedness, his salty flavor blanketing both our minds.

  By the time we’re done, we collapse onto the couch, sitting side by side. We look at each other, grinning as we realize the state we’re in. There’s cum coating his lips, and it’s already dripping down his chin and onto his neck; the skin on his torso is also glistening, strands of the cum that covers me imprinted there. I’m not in a better state, in fact, I’m even dirtier that he is, thick drops of cum still dripping down my face and chest.

  I throw my head back against the headrest and stare at the ceiling in silence, my chest slowly rising and falling. My hand reaches for Arsen’s and I grab it, squeezing it gently under my fingers.

  I can’t even begin to describe what just happened… In my mind, it’s as if King Henry and Arsen fused into one person and gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had.

  God, I must be going crazy.

  38

  Arsen

  The lawyer leans in close. The smell of his cologne is an assault on my senses. I watch as he dips his sashimi in a puddle of soy sauce and wasabi, casually stirring the dark mixture with the tips of his chopsticks. "I need you to understand something about Mr. Morozov," he says. "Simulated Pleasures LLC is the only profitable phone sex operation in the entire tri-state area and he insists that he wants to buy it. He's not a patient man."

  "I've told you before. I'm not interested in selling," I reply, refusing to entertain the thought. In fact, I almost can't believe we're still talking about this.

  "I'm afraid he won't take no for an answer."

  I wait for a moment before responding. My impulse is to tell this guy to go fuck himself, but I'm trying to stay calm and rational. I'll admit that my patience is wearing thin, and what I'd really like to do is put my fist through his teeth. As I'm thinking about the best way to respond, a waitress approaches us, bringing a sake sampler and breaking the silence. Nobu 57 has always been known for their world-renowned sake collection. I grab one of the small cups and gulp it down. It's smooth, and the sweet rice flavor lingers long past the drink itself.

  "I don't envy your position. I understand that you're here representing your client and his best interests, but like I said, I'm adamant on retaining full ownership of this company."

  "Tell me," he asks, "Why does a man like you—a man with a Harvard MBA and a polished business acumen under his belt, want to own a phone sex company?"

  "You said so yourself, it's profitable."

  "Spare me the bullshit. You could invest in Silicon Valley. You could have your hand in a number of more profitable niches. So why this?"

  His question catches me off guard—and mostly because he's right. I could invest in tech, or even real estate, and easily triple my earnings. I know that phone sex is being replaced with live web cams and porn streamed for free on cell phones. Why am I insisting that I keep this part of the business? And then it hits me. I know it makes sense to sell, but if I'm honest with myself, there's an obvious and irreplaceable piece to this whole operation—Ashley. Who the fuck am I kidding? My mind is blown every time I'm with her. Damn it, I can't let her go; I love her, and I'm finally ready to admit that.

  "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my answer is still no. Regardless of my background, or what you think I should or shouldn't be investing in, I'm invested in Simulated Pleasures LLC and I plan to keep it that way. And that's final."

  I hear him exhale in one irritated breath. "You say that now, but I urge you to reconsider what you're saying."

  "I've considered it a great deal already."

  "Well, I'm not one to give up so easily," he says, taking another bite of sushi. I watch as a bit of the bright orange Tobiko fish roe is caught in his mustache. I get up to leave the restaurant to show that this conversation is over, and formally thank him for lunch. He continues, "You'll be hearing from me again; I can assure you of that."

  I walk out of Nobu 57 and onto the street. This meeting with the mob's lawyer has made me realize a lot of things and I immediately take my phone from my pocket and dial Ashley's direct phone sex line.

  The same soft, sultry voice I've grown to love answers and comes on the line. "Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"

  "It's your king."

  "King Henry, I'm so glad you called. I was just trying on a new set of lingerie that I bought yesterday, and now I'm lying in bed, dreaming of you, lightly fingering myself under all this lace. I wore it extra special, just for you."

  "You belong to me, don't you?" I ask, masking my voice again, and asserting my will. It's as if I need to hear it from her mouth, one more time.

  "Yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, I belong to you King Henry, and only to you."

  "Good. I needed to hear that. Today especially."

  "Oh god, you have no idea," she says, just above a whisper.

  "Stop touching your pussy—you know I can always tell when you're touching yourself. It belongs to me. Place your hands by your side, right now."

  "Yes, King Henry."

  "It pleases me when you obey," I continue. "Every king needs a queen. Are you ready to be my queen? Are you ready to always belong to me and do as I say?"

  "I need you," she says, and I hear her breathing quicken. "My pussy throbs for you."

  While she says this, I text Ashley's personal cell phone. "What's your address? I'm coming over. –Arsen" I watch as speech bubbles appear, and I can tell she's typing. Within a moment, her address appears on the screen and I smile, continuing to talk, and jumping back into my character as King Henry.

  I deepen my voice again. "What would you do if I had you locked in my castle for a day? Are you thinking about it, and picturing yourself here, with me at my throne?"

  "Yes, I'm picturing it… can you feel my breath on your body as I move slowly in between your thighs?"

  "Good, Kitten. It pleases me when you follow my directions. Continue."

  "I'd move my hands over your legs and then deep into the secret retreat of your thighs. I'd take a moment to marvel at your big, strong muscles and your impressive manhood that stands taller than any javelin I've ever seen. The knights in your court must all be jealous."

  "I like where this is going," I say with a smile.

  "I'd place my mouth on the tip of your huge cock, basting it with my tongue in a circular motion. Doing this makes me so hungry for you, and I want your manly taste to fill my mouth. I'd lick the entire length of your shaft, and cup your balls in my hand, gently pinching and rolling them in between my fingers."

  "And then what would you do?"

  "I'd ask you to sit down on your throne while I climb into your lap, naked, wet, and eager. I'd straddle your lap, whi
le you took my breasts into your mouth. With your strong hands grasping my hips, I'd slowly lower myself onto your shaft, feeling the length of your cock fill my pussy. I'd pace myself at first, riding your cock and rocking my hips until my entire body quivered."

  "Good, now I want you stand up and bend yourself over my throne because I want to fuck you from behind. I want to grab your ass and feel it in my hands. Are you bent over?"

  "Yes. Oh god, I—I can hardly stand it. I can feel your cock, it's so big."

  "I feel the weight of your breasts in my hands as I grab onto them, pinching your nipples between my fingers and thrusting into you quicker and quicker," and as I say this, I feel my cock harden, and I walk at a faster pace. I hear my shoes clicking against the city sidewalk—fellow pedestrians are a blur to me, and all I can think about is Ashley. I need to get to her apartment. I look at the street signs and I know I'm getting close. I hear her moaning and breathing heavy on the other end of the phone, her voice now just above a whisper.

  "King Henry, I—I—I—oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm—"

  "Good, I want you to come for me. Come now. I command it."

  Her voice is ragged and labored, and with that, I hear the convulsions in her voice and the gasps and I can picture her body in the throws of climax. I'm now at her apartment and I know that I quickly need to end the call.

  "Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.

  I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I know she's home.

  I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on the phone. And then I hear it, the lock on her door is released and it slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.

  39

  Ashley

  I run to the door as fast as I can, hearing Arsen already knocking for the second time. Crap! I didn’t expect him to get here so fast! I mean, my heart's still racing, and I didn’t even have the time to change. I’m still wearing the lingerie I had on when I was on the phone, a matching set of a deep purple lace bra and thong.

  I have just come, talking with Henry on the phone, and I’m still wet from that conversation… And now here he is, Arsen Hawke in the flesh. This time I didn’t even need to text him, telling him I’d be coming over—no, this time he was the one doing the texting, almost as if he could guess I was having one of my private moments with King Henry.

  I have no idea how he’d react if he found out I’m into one of my clients, a man I have never even met. Would Arsen be mad? Or would he just shrug it off? Oh, yeah, who am I kidding? What man would shrug off the fact that his rival is a disembodied voice? That would be like a punch in the gut. But none of that matters now… What matters is that my heart's still racing, and that my body is craving something wild and furious.

  “Just in time,” I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He follows me with a smile, and that hunger I’ve come to know so well flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my head as he pins me against the wall.

  “Hello again,” he grins, the way his lips curl upward making my insides clench. My eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.

  Suddenly letting go of my arms, he lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.

  This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals as I caress him over the fabric of his white shirt; my fingers go all the way down until they’re stopped by the hem of his pants, and then I just pull on his shirt, untucking it. I take my fingers to his collar and I tug on it as hard as I can, making the buttons pop out as I open my eyes and let them wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.

  Desire raging through my veins, I hurriedly push his shirt down his arms, my fingertips immediately finding the way to his bare chest.

  With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back. I feel his warm skin as my fingers go down, and then I just push my hands underneath his pants, feeling his hard buttocks against my skin.

  If I’m being completely honest with you, which I am, trust me , I never once in my life imagined it was possible to feel this kind of crazed lust. I mean, when is too much, too much?

  My hands leave his ass and I focus on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing it out of its loops with a quick movement. I waste no time and go straight for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against his already hard cock, massaging him over his jeans. I start tracing the contour of his bulging with the tip of my index finger, but I stop suddenly. Screw this, I need to feel him right now!

  I unbutton his pants as hard as I can, his cock pulsing against my fingers as I take care of the buttons. He starts kissing my neck harder and, when I’m finally done, starts nibbling at my skin; I flatten my hand again, the only barrier between me and him being his boxer briefs. Well, why wait, right? I hook my fingers on the hem of his underwear and push it down, both his pants and boxers sliding down to his knees.

  "Someone’s pretty horny," he says, almost laughing. Oh, he has no idea how horny I am right now… Just as much as he has no idea what I was doing before he got here.

  "I am horny," I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. “And you can’t imagine how much.” My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me; I’ve fucked him a lot of times already, but I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge. Whenever we fuck, I always get surprised when I find that I can actually walk afterwards.

  “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea on how horny you are… But now I’m here to solve that, Ash,” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though; I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.

  Taking both hands to my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra; his fingers go over my shoulder blades and, grabbing the straps, he pushes them down my arms. The cups droop over my breasts and then finally fall over as he lets go the bra, allowing it to float down to the floor. Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

  Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.

  “I’m the one in charge here,” he tells me, an expression of amusement in his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has me lifted up against the wall,
my legs crossed on his lower back as I rest my arms over his shoulders.

  I buck my hips at him immediately, his cock brushing against my pussy; I do it harder, pinning his shaft between my crotch and his body, and then I start to rock my body, grinding against him as if I were delirious. Well, in fact, I am delirious—delirious and crazy to have him inside my pussy. Remember how I told you I was already wet when he arrived? Well, the state I was in back then doesn’t even hold a candle to how I am right now: my thong is completely drenched and my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.

  Being this close to Arsen… It’s just like being home. You know that feeling you get when you arrive home after a long trip? Where you feel safe and perfectly at ease? Yeah, that’s exactly it. Except, of course, you probably don’t get wet when you come home after the holidays. Unless you have someone like Arsen Hawke waiting on you, that is.

  "You got here right in time," I whisper, my brain not even filtering the words coming out of my mind. “I was so wet… If you took any longer I’d just have to start fingering myself.” He grins, squeezing my ass cheeks harder as he presses his crotch against mine.

  “No, you wouldn’t dare,” he tells me. “You’d wait… You’d wait because just playing with yourself wouldn’t be enough. You need my cock, Ashley.”

  “I do. I need it bad,” I confess, desire crawling under my skin as I grind against his thick cock. Hell, he’s so damn right.

  “You can have it… If you promise to be nice,” he teases me, moving his fingers under my thong and closer to my ass crack.

  “I promise… I’ll be nice,” I repeat, my insides burning as I feel his fingertips nearing my asshole. He runs his index finger along the length of my crack, only then pressing it over my hole. I press my forehead against his shoulder as he slides his finger one inch in, using his other hand to flick my thong to the side. As he moves his finger in, he thrusts at the same time, his glans touching my labia and easily piercing me in a fraction of a second.