by C K Marie
“You’re so tense,” Tori tells me and digs her fingers into my shoulders trying to ease the tension. “You must have to go into the office today.”
It’s not a question, my girls know me.
She glances at the clock then takes my hand leading me to our room. Stopping at Lyla and Carrie’s door on the way.
Lyla is sitting on the bench in front of the vanity and Carrie is braiding her waist-length silky brown hair.
One look at Tori’s smile and they stop what they’re doing and follow us.
“Sir, may I?” Tori stands in front of me, her fingers trailing up and down my zipper.
I nod and she releases the strip of metal.
I instruct Lyla to pull out the chair as Tori slides my pants down. She takes my cock into her mouth, sucking me deep into the back of her throat.
When I feel the chair at the back of my legs I pull away from Tori and sit down.
Grabbing onto Lyla’s waist I pull her to my front, turning her already naked body so her back is against my chest, her legs straddled around the chair.
Tori is on her knees, her hands around my cock guiding it into Lyla’s warm soft folds.
As Lyla slides down I thrust up encasing myself in her wet tight pussy. Tori puts her hands on the floor and leans forward capturing Lyla’s clit with her mouth, Carrie kneels behind, her hands smacking both of Tori’s ass cheeks before sliding her fingers between her legs and pushing them into her pussy. She fucks Tori with on hand while her other one dips into her own pussy.
Pure pleasure runs across Carrie’s face as she finger fucks herself and Tori.
Tori continues sucking on Lyla’s clit. My cock slides against her tongue as Lyla rides me, her body trembles and her pussy clenches. I can feel her orgasm rippling under her skin as waves of pleasure release all over my cock.
Lyly leans her head back, her breaths still uneven from her release.
“Sir, let us taste you.”
I lift her off my cock and Tori takes me back into her mouth.
Swinging a leg over, Lyla moves from my lap. Her and Carrie joining Tori, kneeling down in front of me.
Just before my release hits, I pull out of Tori’s mouth. I work my cock with my hand, stroking my length until my balls tighten and I spill my release along with any tension that was weighing me down into their open, waiting mouths.
CHAPTER FOUR
JORDON
I pull into the parking lot where my office sits. It’s not huge, just a two-story building, but it shows off my talents. The outside looks like a log cabin, but it’s actually concrete. The coloring along with the texture and shape gives it the look of wood logs. When people come to my office it gives off a welcoming and homey vibe and everyone loves it… and it has brought a lot of business my way.
Walking through the door I smile at the sight of Sandra. She’s bouncing around the open space dusting all of the displays of my work. Always happy, always humming. Sandra has been with me for twelve years. Her husband has passed away, leaving her a widow at the age of forty-eight and a single mother of two teenage boys. She came in looking for a job and quickly became a motherly figure in my life… not old enough to be my mother, but she treated me like a son… as one of her own.
“Good morning dear,” Sandra greets me with a smile. I place a kiss on her cheek, as I always do when I see her. “Kenneth is upstairs waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Sandra. I’ll be here all day, pick a place to eat. I’m taking you to lunch.”
She pats my cheek and pinches it. “I’d love that. Thank you.”
I take the stairs two at a time. When I reach the landing I can see the light in my office is on. I let out a sigh and pray this day goes fast.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my business, my heart and soul is in it, but my body doesn’t belong behind a desk, it thrives to be outdoors, sweating and grunting as I lift a piece of plywood over my head, building a masterpiece with my own two hands.
“You’re late.”
Kenneth stands in the doorway, his tall skinny body leaning against the frame.
“And you’re a pain in my ass.”
He steps aside opening the way into my office. “Then I’m doing my job,” he laughs and follows me in.
The table that sits in the center is filled with blueprints and stacks of paper.
This is going to be a long day.
He briefs me on a few minor issues before diving into the big stuff.
“East Shore Plaza is good to go. Old man Kitter signed off on all the plans for both strip malls.”
“Good, those run-down buildings he has now won’t last much longer.”
“Yeah, his sons finally got through to him. The other good news is we got all our permits for the spec homes. When you are ready, we can start.”
“See if Xavier can cut away this afternoon, we’ll get them on the schedule.”
The residential side of JC Builders has doubled the commercial work over the last two years. We have our display models for customers, but Kenneth and Xavier brought me plans for two spec homes. My office building sits on one and a half acres, there’s plenty of room to build. We decided on our two most popular homes and Kenneth started all the necessary paperwork.
I’m just about done signing contracts when Sandra walks in.
“Hope you're hungry for a juicy burger from The Grill House. I can smell the grease from here and you told me to pick a place.”
She just turned sixty, she’s petite and in shape and this woman can eat more than a teenage boy.
“One day your eating habits will catch up with you,” I tease her.
“And when that happens I’ll be too old to care. Now, will you hurry, I’m starving.”
Lunch was a nice break from the office and I got to catch up with Sandra while she inhaled a fully loaded Double Cheeseburger along with a plate full of Chili Cheese Fries.
“Someone is waiting for us.”
Sandra points to the sleek black Cadilac parked in front of the office.
I don’t see Kenneth’s car, he must still be at home having lunch with his wife and little girl.
Sandra pulls out her keys, when she unlocks the door I watch as a tall man, maybe in his mid-sixties step out of the caddy. Kenneth didn’t mention any appointments so I head up to my office. Sandra can take care of him.
I’m not even in my seat and Sandra is walking through my door.
“He wishes to speak with you Jordon, the only information he’ll give me is his name. Mr. Dregon.”
“Mr. Dregon of Dregon Developments.”
His voice startles Sandra.
“You’re a hard man to contact Mr. Conners.”
I lean back in my chair.
“I apologize, I wasn’t aware you were trying to reach me Mr. Dregon.”
“I’ve called several times this past week, but you’re never in.”
“Are you the gentleman who refuses to leave a message?” Sandra questions him.
“My apologies Ma’am, I hope I didn’t come across as rude, but my business is with Mr. Conners.”
“I do return phone calls Mr. Dregon of Dregon Developments. Now, what is it I can do for you?”
“Straight to business, I like that. I recently purchased one hundred acres over in McCook County…”
I interrupt him, “I heard that land went into foreclosure.”
“Yes, and now it’s mine. I’m turning it into a housing development. Seventy-Five houses on three-quarter-acre lots. The remaining acreage will have a country club, a park, tennis courts, and other things, but we can discuss that later.”
“What is it you want from me Mr. Dregon?”
“I want you to build it all. I’ve done my research, you are highly recommended and believe me, Mr. Conners, I talked to many people from all surrounding counties.”
“With all the work I have going on and what’s on our schedule, if I was to take on your project I would have to sub out some of the work.”
; “As long as you are running the show, I don’t care what you do. I already have plans drawn out and fifty-six of the seventy-five houses sold.”
When Kenneth returned to the office Mr. Dregon and I filled him in. We spent the rest of the afternoon drawing up a rough-draft contract.
Turns out Dregon Developers is based in Oregon, on the outskirts of Portland where Mr. Austin Dregon owns a great deal of land. He has to return to Oregon tomorrow but he’ll be back in two weeks, giving Kenneth and me time to go through his prints and hopefully sign a final contract.
CHAPTER FIVE
JORDON
I arrive home earlier than expected. After we finished with Austin, I finalized a few things Kenneth and I didn’t get to earlier and then called it a day.
Both Lyla and Carries cars are in the garage, and I know Tori is still at work.
On my way to my bedroom, I glance in an empty kitchen, their bedroom door is open but empty as well.
It’s not until I’m in my room and looking out the window that I see them.
Carrie is sitting on the top step of the pool, her legs spread wide with Lyla’s head buried between her thighs.
My cock jerks to life making my pants tighten from the pressure.
Ripping my jeans open I push them down with my boxers, freeing my cock.
My hand grips around my thick shaft and slides up and down as I watch Lyla devour that sweet pussy. Carrie’s head is back, her eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly. The sound of her soft moans that I know so well dance in my head as I pull back and forth on my cock.
I’m so deep in my own pleasure I don’t notice Carrie’s eyes on me. When I lock into her stare she licks her lips.
With my cock still in my grip I kick my jeans off, my legs take control leading my body out to the pool.
When my feet step into the water Lyla’s gaze looks up to me, her mouth turns up into a smile while her tongue drags up Carrie’s pussy.
I move behind Lyla, her ass lifts up, her bare smooth pussy calling, begging for my cock.
Grabbing her slender hips I thrust forward, my balls slap against her clit. Her moan is deep and long over Carrie’s pussy, I know it pulses through her because her moan is just as deep and long and quickly turns into a crying scream of pleasure.
Lyla grips her hips, I can hear her sucking Carrie’s clit.
I pound deep and hard into Lyla. The water splashes up over Carrie’s already soaked pussy, but she keeps licking and sucking.
Both of their bodies tremble so fucking hard. I can’t hold back, my balls tighten, my cock swells and I release deep into Lyla.
We spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing. Me on a lounge chair drinking a beer. Lyla and Carrie on a float big enough for two with one of their fruity cocktails in the cup holders.
A few hours later Tori is home and the four of us are gathered around the kitchen table surrounded by Chinese take-out.
“What are we watching tonight?”
We all raise an eyebrow at Lyla. She knows we’re going to give in to her Game of Thrones addiction. She had no clue what the show was about but one day as she was flipping through the channels she stopped when a trio of dragons filled the screen. Lyla is obsessed with them, so much that she has a tattoo one. The massive inked dragon wraps around her side, it’s backside over her ribs stretching up and around with its head resting on the back of her shoulder. It’s beautiful.
“I think we should watch Frozen.”
Carrie laughs then screeches when Lyla throws a fortune cookie at her.
“You’re always a smart ass.”
“And you always ask the same question knowing we give in to Game of Thrones,” Carrie stands and starts clearing the take-out boxes off the table, stopping at Lyla’s chair and kisses her. “You’re lucky we love you,” she teases before moving to the counter.
What Lyla doesn’t know is the three of us secretly love the show and look forward to seeing what's going to happen in the next episodes.
I take in my surroundings.
Lyla and Carrie are snuggled at one end of the couch. Tori lays in the center with her head on my lap.
God, I love these girls.
We are happy.
They fill my heart… except for the part that searches for more.
CHAPTER SIX
JORDON
“Earth to Jordon.”
My mind spaced out again. The snap of Xavier’s fingers brings me back.
“What’s going on man? You haven’t been yourself lately.”
Xavier, my best friend and second in command on the job sites.
After I left Nevada he and I kept in touch. Phone calls several times a week, texts every day, and frequent weekend visits he would make to South Dakota.
A year after starting JC Builders I knew I needed help. My crews were hard-working, outstanding guys but there was only one guy I would trust to oversee the work being done. So I relocated Xavier and he’s been with me since, at my side keeping everything running smoothly.
“You ever feel like a piece of you is missing?” I look at my best friend. “And no matter how hard you search, you can’t figure out what it is. You know there’s something more out there, but it’s never within reach.”
“What more could you possibly need? You have a successful business, a beautiful home…” he puts his arm around my shoulder. “and three hot as fuck women that will bend on your command.”
Xavier is the only person that knows about my relationship with the girls, he is after all the one who brought them into my life.
“Forget it, man, just forget I said anything.”
“Buddy, hey, I’m just fucking with you. Seriously what’s going on?”
“Fuck, I don’t know,” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m burnt out.”
“With the girls?”
“No! Fuck! No, not like that, I mean… I don’t know what I mean.”
Xavier gives me a look of worry.
“Maybe you need to take off for a bit. Don’t you have your parent's fiftieth wedding anniversary coming up?”
“Yeah, August ninth, the party is on the tenth.”
“Ok, so instead of flying in for the weekend, take the week off. Take a break from the scene. You know I can handle things here and the girls will be fine.”
I cringe at the thought of being away that long, but he’s right.
I haven’t had more than a weekend off since I’ve settled here twenty-one years ago.
“You’re right. I’ll change my flight tomorrow.”
“Good, now let's get back to work, we have to be ready, the guys are pouring the foundation on Friday.”
Today is only Wednesday, Xavier knows we’ll be ready, he’s just trying to keep my mind busy.
Next week they’ll start framing the first Spec home.
“Jordon.”
I turn to Sandra calling out to me.
She and Kenneth are taking advantage of me being so close.
With the Spec homes going up right next to the office they are in their glory not having to track me down on my phone.
“CompSteel called and confirmed the delivery for the studs going over to East Shore,” she hands me a sheet of paper. “They emailed the purchase order for your approval.”
I scan down the paper, the image of my order sheet presents itself in my head.
The numbers are correct.
I never forget numbers, they stay with me until I decide to store them away. Every order, every invoice, every check sent out and received. Being a math genius makes it easy.
I take a pen from Sandra.
“Looks good,” I tell her and sign my name.
I’m home an hour later than usual. Kenneth caught me on my way out to fill me in on his most recent conversation with Austin Dregon.
The girls are in our playroom naked and kneeling.
I go to my bedroom and take a quick shower to wash away the sweat and dirt of the day.
They’ve been waiting patiently f
or me.
Unmoving and probably stiff from kneeling so long, but they know I’ll take care of them.
One at a time I pull each of them from their position.
Kissing them as I do.
My cock jerks to life when Lyla brushes her fingertips across me.
I grab her hand stopping her.
“Let’s go,” I pull her over to where a bar hangs down from the ceiling. Leather cuffs dangle on each end.
Lyla raises her arms, I wrap the soft leather around each of her wrists, strapping the buckle to secure them in place.
Next, I place a spreader bar at her feet, her legs are splayed apart and I secure them the same as I did her wrists.
I run my tongue up her inner thigh and over her sweet pussy.
Her body shivers at my touch.
I turn my focus to Carrie and Tori, “over there,” I point to a place off to the side of where Lyla is standing, spread wide open waiting for me.
I pull a double dildo out and hand it to Carrie.
“I want both of you to come, I want to see your sweet essence coating that.”
They sit with their pussies facing each other, their legs cross over so they can move closer to one another.
Each taking an end of the dildo and sliding into their pussies.
I bring my attention back to Lyla, her eyes focus on me as I grab a flogger.
I give no warning and strike across her tits.
She gasps and holds in a breath. When my tongue traces around her nipple her breath releases with a soft moan.
Each strike to her tits and pussy is followed by the soothing touch of my tongue.
I look over to Tori and Carrie. Tori is focused on what I’m doing to Lyla.