Ping! I look over to the bottom right-hand corner
of my screen and see the notification for an incoming message. That's
weird, who would be writing to me at this hour of the night, and from work to
top it off. Well, let's just ignore the fact that it's a Friday night and I'm
sitting on my bed in sweats and a sports bra, writing a report that isn't due
for another week, my two cats as my only company. As usual, they're both
asleep, one at the foot of my bed and the other between my outstretched legs. I
open up the message and see it’s from my boss. Oh lovely, the client has
rescheduled the final presentation for next week instead of the week after. That
means that we’ll have to fly out first thing Monday morning. Guess it pays off
to be married to the job, because there shouldn’t be any problem in having the
report done in time, even with the unexpected rescheduling of this
meeting.
Being married to the job also has its
deficiencies, especially in terms of relationships. It makes for some very
lonely nights. Thankfully I have a very vivid imagination and a decent
collection of toys to help me deal with the dry spell. Speaking of imagination,
I notice that the new guy is included in the list of people going to visit the
client next week. Oh yummy… he’s been
the star of my fantasies since the first day I saw him at work. Shawn Calvin.
His name sounds like he should be an underwear model, and his looks just
reinforce that idea. He’s tall, dark blond, with a body that would put
Michelangelo’s David to shame. I’d love to have a go with him. Yeah, as my good
friend Chris used to say, if wishes were horses I’d be driving a Ferrari.
Thinking about Shawn takes my mind off the report
and I realize just how late it is. It’s time for me to turn off the computer
and relax for a bit before going to sleep. I save my progress, wait for it to
shut down and then get up to place it on the night table. On my way back to the
bed I debate whether I should grab one of my toys or not, finally deciding to
go for it. I grab my favorite purple vibrator and lay down on the bed, letting
my imagination take over.
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Monday morning at the airport the group assigned
to the client presentation meets up at the gate to wait for the plane to
board. I arrive last, and see Shawn
(dreamy sigh), another coworker named Miriam and Ben, our boss (another dreamy
sigh) already seated and waiting. Ben is older, maybe late 40s, but still works
out almost every day and has an extremely defined body that looks killer in a
suit. He also speaks in a super-sexy European accent that makes me shiver just
listening to him. I’d love to be the
middle of a Ben and Shawn sandwich if I ever got the chance. Thankfully no one
can read my thoughts as we wait for the plane to board, or I’d probably die of embarrassment.
As is, thinking of the two of them together has me squirming in my seat.
The plane boards soon after and the flight is
uneventful. We reach our destination and
check into the hotel. As luck would have it, Ben, Shawn and I are on the same
floor, almost in neighboring rooms. We
all go up our rooms to leave the suitcases and meet for lunch before heading to
the client’s office. Lunch is quick,
though as a group we all get along and except for Shawn have known each other
for years. I love my job so much largely
in part to the great professional relationship I have with Ben and the others
in my department. Most days it seems we’re more like family than coworkers,
which is a rare thing in the business world.
The meeting with the client later that afternoon
goes better than expected. They’re happy
with the results presented, which means that we’re the front runners for
obtaining the next project of this type that they might need. Once we leave the
client’s office, Ben invites us all to a celebratory dinner. Miriam declines,
but Shawn and I eagerly accept. We drink wine to accompany our food, and before
I realize it we’ve downed about a bottle each, maybe more. I know for sure that
I’ve passed my limit because I stand up and the room starts spinning. Both Ben
and Shawn notice and reach out to steady me as I sway a little. “I’m so sorry
guys, this is extremely embarrassing,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll be able to
walk up to my room. Could you help me out?” “Sure” says Shawn at the same time
Ben replies “Don’t worry. We’ll help you up.”
I accidently (ok, maybe on purpose) keep brushing
my breasts on their arms as they hold me up and guide me along, using my
unsteady state as an excuse. Both of them try to ignore it, but I can see that
Shawn is getting a little flushed around the collar. Interesting possibilities
run through my wine-infused brain, and I keep “accidently” brushing up against
him as we walk. Ben is much harder to read though, but it’s fun to keep up the
act. Between the two of them they help me reach the elevator without incident.
The elevator opens up, and Ben walks in first, me behind him and Shawn bringing
up the rear. As the doors close I trip on my feet and fall against Ben, who had
just turned around, my whole body plastered against his. I pull Shawn with me
since he had been holding my arm at the moment, and he fall against my back. I
start to laugh and blurt out “I’m finally in a Ben and Shawn sandwich!” before
clamping my hands over my mouth and trying to stand up on my own, face red with
humiliation. I lower my eyes to the floor so as to not see either of their
faces in fear of being laughed at, but they both try to make light of it as the
elevator reaches our floor and we get out.
Walking down the corridor to my room it somehow
feels different. There’s an electric feeling to the air that wasn’t there
before. I’m probably imagining things though. Ben takes my room key from my
purse and hands it to Shawn, who opens the door. He then leads me in as Shawn closes
the door behind us. “Thank you guys so much for helping me to get here” I say.
“You don’t have to worry about me anymore though. I can handle things on my own
from here.” Ben sits on the edge of the
bed next to me and turns to look me in the eye. “What you said in the elevator,
about being in a Ben and Shawn sandwich, is that something you’re really
interested in, or is it just the wine talking?” I blush furiously and stammer a
bit, unsure of what to say. Shawn kneels in front of me and takes my hands into
his before saying “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s something we’d like
to know.” Ok, I think to myself, I’ve definitely had way too much to drink, or
I’ve dived head-first into the Twilight Zone. Ben puts his hand on my shoulder
and starts playing with my hair as they wait for an answer. I’m dumb-founded,
turning to look from one to the other. “Would…” my voice trails off, barely
audible. I clear my throat and try again. “Are you guys asking what I think you
are?” I’m finally able to say.
Ben replies in his oh-so-sexy accent “We’re
asking if you would really like a threesome with us.” Leave it to him to get to
the point, as always. I look at him and back at Shawn, who is rubbing his
fingertips over my hands as if trying to calm me down. Actually, it’s having
the opposite effect. My heart rate is through the roof, blood pounding in my
ears at the thought that this is actually happening, that I’m being invited by
not just one, but two extremely attractive, handsome men at the same time. “If
you’re not interested just tell us,” says Shawn “and we’ll all go on like this
never happened.” I lower my gaze to catch my breath, bringing Ben’s crotch into
focus. Holy cow! My gaze flies up to look into his eyes, and he smiles ruefully
at my reaction. “I can understand it’s a bit much to take in, but we’d really,
really like for you to say yes.”
“A bit much? Talk about an understatement,” I say
under my breath. Shawn chuckles at that and replies “We’re still waiting for an
answer. Not to pressure you or anything, but we’d kinda need to know.” “You’re
both ok with this?” I ask again, trying to wrap my head around the situation.
“Of course we are,” says Ben, “otherwise we would never have asked.” “Ok, I get
that,” I say. By now, much of the alcohol induced fog as left my brain, and my
libido has kicked into high gear. “If you two are sure you’re ok with this,
then yes, I most definitely want to be in a threesome with you two” I reply
before my courage gives out. “Thank you sweetheart” says Shawn as Ben turns my head
to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before slipping between them to deepen
the kiss. Shawn sits down on the bed next to me, kissing my neck, his hand
slipping under my shirt to caress my breasts over my bra, molding and kneading
with his palm. I reach down and place my hands over the bulges in their pants,
stroking over both at the same time. My head is spinning, never having expected
my wildest fantasy to have a chance of coming true.
Shawn puts his fingers on my chin and gently
pulls me towards him for a kiss, our tongues twining together, so Ben starts
massaging my other breast. He slowly starts to unbutton my blouse as he kisses
my neck until its gaping open and the dark blue lace of my bra is completely
visible. He bends down and suckles my breast through the bra and I moan into
Shawn’s mouth. Shawn takes off my shirt while Ben unbuckles my bra and removes
it. Both of them kneel down in front of me and each one takes a nipple into
their mouths. It’s a weird feeling,
having both nipples sucked on at the same time. I can feel the difference in
pressure, in how they use their tongues to flick and lick my nipples until
they’re hard peaks and I’m squirming on the bed, my panties already damp and my
clit throbbing. I moan softly as they continue to torment me in tandem, biting,
licking, sucking on my hard and distended nipples, my hands in their hair,
pulling each one as close as possible.
Ben stands up, takes off his shirt and unzips his
pants, pushing them down to his feet before stepping out of them. His cock is
so thick and hard, my mouth waters at the sight. He steps closer and I wrap my
hand around the base of his cock, licking my lips in anticipation. I pump it
once, twice then lick the head using teasing flicks of my tongue, swirling it
around and around before opening my lips and letting it slide into my
mouth. Shawn playfully bites my nipple
and I gasp with Ben’s cock in my mouth, which he uses to his advantage and
pushes in fully so the head hits the back of my throat. I gag on it a little,
working to swallow around it and take it deeper. “That’s it baby, breathe. You
can take it all” he says to me. I look up and see the lust burning in his eyes,
and that makes me want to please him so I stay there, working my throat around
his cock. He pulls back and I draw in a deep breath, noticing that Shawn has
stood up and is now naked as well.
Boy oh boy, I am in a hedonist’s heaven I think
to myself, letting my eyes run over the two gorgeous men naked in my hotel
room. I take Ben’s cock in my hand to stroke it as I drop to my knees and take
Shawn’s cock into my mouth, moving slowly back and forth while he runs his
fingers through my hair and urges me faster. I oblige and speed up, lips tight
around his cock, tongue caressing on each stroke, one hand on his thigh to help
me stay balanced. He pulls me back and helps me up so that he can kiss me
passionately and Ben presses into my from behind, moving my hair over one
shoulder so he can easily kiss and lick my neck. I writhe between them, loving
the feel of their hard bodies and even harder cocks pressing against me, their
hands roaming over my body. Someone, I don’t know who at this point as my brain
is no longer working, unzips my skirt and pulls it down my legs, baring the
matching blue lace thong that long ago lost the war to contain the moisture
dripping from my pussy. They both growl appreciatively when they see me, and
help me to step out of it before laying me down on the bed, ass resting just on
the edge and my feet on the floor.
Ben steps between my legs and kneels on the
floor, running his hands up and down my thighs. Shawn kneels over my, his legs
on either side of my torso. I prop myself up on my forearms as he scoots
forward so I can take his dick in my mouth. Ben starts licking over my pussy, teasing
with his tongue outside my pussy lips, over and around until finally licking
straight up the center and homing in on my clit. He sucks and licks at it, not
letting up and then licks down to stab his tongue into me deep, drawing out my
juices. He alternates fucking me with his tongue and licking and sucking on my
clit. At the same time, I’m playing with Shawn’s dick, licking and teasing the
head before letting it slip past my lips and sucking on it. He draws back and I
lick as much of it as I can reach. He then pushes past my lips and slides it in
until the head hits the back of my throat and I work my muscles around him to
take it deep before he slides back out slowly and then picks up the pace. I’m
awash in sensation and it doesn’t take long for me to cum, crying out around
Shawn’s dick in my mouth, legs shaking and body trembling as I lie helpless
while the pleasure sweeps through me.
I lay there panting, trying to regain some sense
of control while Ben keeps licking me, his face covered in my cum. Shawn gets
up and helps me to sit up and change position, so that I’m kneeling on the bed
on all four. He moves behind me and Ben moves in front, his cock hard and
straining, the veins clearly outlined under his skin. There’s a drop of pre-cum
on it that I can’t resist and flick my tongue out to lick it off. Behind me I
hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper just before I feel Shawn press his cock
into my pussy. I’m so wet that he slides in without much trouble in spite of my
pussy being so tight and swollen around him. He pushes in until I can feel his
balls slap against my clit and he just stays there, filling me almost to the
point of pain. Ben places his cock against my lips and I lick over the tip and
then let him slide into my mouth. He also pushes in deep, as far as I can take
him and then pulls back. Shawn pulls out of my pussy and slams back in, jolting
me forward to take Ben’s cock in my mouth again. Over and over they work me,
penetrating my pussy and my mouth with their hard cocks, keeping a steady pace
they can tell is driving me insane. My body starts to quiver as the pleasure
grows within me until I reach the breaking point and cum hard, my pussy pulsing
and milking the cock in it, and my mouth sucking stronger than I previously had
on the cock fucking it.
My legs feel like they’re going to give out but
Shawn grabs me by the hips holds me up, slamming into me hard and deep. I cry
out at his penetration which intensifies the aftershocks shaking through my
body. He cums with a low grunt, his thrusts slowing down but not completely
stopping. Ben then takes over, making me focus on his cock as it slides in and
out of my mouth. I use my tongue to caress it on each stroke and he wraps my
hair around his fist, his other hand urging me faster. He one final stroke and
he explodes down my throat, long hot pulses of cum that I eagerly swallow
jetting from his cock. At this point I’m so overwhelmed that I collapse on the
bed. Ben lies down next to me and takes me into his arms so that I’m facing
him, our legs intertwined. Shawn lies
down behind me, spooning me from the back. “That was absolutely amazing,” I
say. “I never would have believed it if I hadn’t lived it”. Ben just chuckles
and kisses me softly and I can feel Shawn’s answering smile against my
shoulder, his cock twitching slightly as it nestles along my butt, making me
thing of round two. For now I’m too tired so I start to doze off, surrounded by
hard male bodies and heat and think to myself, a girl can definitely get used
to this.