Hostile Takeover

It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning.  I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is located.  It’s a small shop, specializing in rare and unusual books, with a large section dealing in erotic literature of all kinds. I’ve loved reading romance / erotica since I was a teenager, and being able to make a living with my passion is a dream come true. Best of all, I can spend a lot of time reading and no one can tell me I can’t.

My favorite books are the ones that involve Dom/sub relationships. I’m not into pain or humiliation, but the thought of total control calls to me on a deep, almost primal level. I’ve never had a relationship like that, but a girl can dream, can’t she? The problem is finding the right guy. Most guys say they “like to have the girl take control” once in a while when having sex, but that’s just a euphemism for them wanting the girl to initiate sex, not dictate when, how and how long things happen so as to ensure maximum pleasure for both.

I unlock the security blinds on the front of the store and let myself in. Since it’s still early, I lock the door behind me and leave the lights in the main area off. I walk to the back, turn my computer on and bring up a spreadsheet so I can take care of some administrative stuff before it’s time to open to the public.  The new landlord, Maxwell Clark according to the correspondence I’ve had from him, would see me here at 10. There was plenty of time to open up and get things out of the way so that I could pay full attention to him when he showed up.

As I’m working I hear the chimes on the front door and seconds later Mary calls back “Hi Jade, it’s me!” Mary works with me as all around helper, cashier, part-time cleaning lady and general company. She’s also a Domme at a local club and has invited me to go with her and get to know the scene first-hand since she knows how much I like the stories about it. First-hand experience is tempting, but I’ve never taken her up on the offer.

“Hey Mary, I’m in the back” I call out, not looking up from the computer. Mary walks into the back room, casual Goth outfit of black, ripped jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a white Catrina print on it and red Vans. Her hair is black with bright purple tips, though not long ago it was streaked with green. I’ve always been a bit envious of her having the confidence to dress and do her hair however she wants. She looks good and she knows it, and it certainly helps the business.

“You ready to meet the new landlord?” she asks, bringing up the topic of conversation that has been going on between us since I got the notice that the former owner had sold the building. It was really too bad, because we had a good, though strictly business, relationship. I paid rent on time and he did any major repairs the store needed without getting into each other’s hair. I could only hope that the new landlord would be as easy to deal with as the former one was.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply, glancing up from the computer screen. “It’s not like I have a choice. I just hope that we can get along like we did with Ed.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine” Mary replied as she set her stuff down and started filling the coffee pot. She’s addicted to coffee and will drink up to 5 cups a day if possible.  I truthfully don’t need coffee like she does, but I enjoy a cup in the morning to help me get started. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow asking if I want a cup and I nod in agreement, finishing up with my work on the computer so we can drink the coffee together. We talk about the landlord a little longer, and then change the topic to invariably talk about guys. I ask her how the date with her latest guy went and she goes on and on about how great he is and how much fun she’s had with him, both in and out of the club.  As I listen to her I wonder how it would feel to have a guy obey my every command like that and it really gets me going.

Soon after Mary and I wrap up our conversation and she goes to open the store to the public. I pick up the coffee cups and rinse them out in the sink before heading out to stock the recent arrivals. As I’m doing that Mary walks up to me with an extremely tall, athletic-looking man behind her. His light, honey colored eyes make a sharp contrast with his dark hair and coffee-colored skin. He’s wearing dress pants and shoes, and a long-sleeved button down shirt, though no tie or coat. Even with the shirt on his shoulders look enormous. My eyes move down his body, taking in the broad chest, narrow waist and strong legs.  I can’t see his butt, but I’m pretty sure it’s got to be toned like everything else.

“Jade, this is Maxwell Clark” says Mary. “He was looking for you so I brought him over.”

“Call me Max” he said, holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Jade Nichols” I say, taking his hand. A shiver of awareness snakes up my arm and down my spine on contact and I look up into his eyes, slightly startled as that had never happened to me before. He looks at me intently, seemingly as affected as I was. I quickly let go and step back, trying to regain my calm. “How about we go into the office?” I suggest, looking away, sure that I was blushing. “Thanks Mary, can you keep an eye on things out here, please?” I ask, already walking towards the back of the store, not looking back to see if Max was following me.

We get to the office and go over the rental contract. We finish going over business and start talking about the store, and how I got it started, then move on to talk about other stuff as well. It’s definitely not the kind of conversation that I would have had with Ed. It seems like neither one of us wants to stop talking. We move from the desk to the sofa where I sometimes crash for a nap after lunch and continue our conversation. Just general chit chat, but just being in his presence makes something inside of me restless, makes me want to be much more assertive than I usually am. I try to tell myself to calm down, but the tight knot of desire keeps growing in me. I glance down at Max’s crotch and there is an unmistakable bulge there. At least I’m reassured that I’m not alone in this. 

Taking a huge risk I put my hand on his leg and feel his thigh muscles tighten under it. Max goes completely still and looks at me, stopping in mid-sentence. In for a penny, in for a pound I think as I move up on my knees and lean in towards him so I can kiss him, somewhere between passionate and hesitant. I’m still not sure why I’m doing this, but I just couldn’t resist anymore.

Max seems shocked as at first, his hands moving up to grip my arms. I’m almost sure he’s going to push me away when instead he pulls me closer and I fall across his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist. I quickly move to sit up, not breaking the kiss, so that his legs are trapped between mine and I grab his hands to pull them away from my waist and push them against the back of the sofa by his head. I pull back to break the kiss and we’re both panting, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. I can feel his rock hard cock just a breath away from my pussy which by now is sopping wet, separated only by our clothes.  We look at each other, chests heaving, breaths uneven. I’m still holding his wrists on either side of his head, and he hasn’t made any attempt to move or dislodge me.

“What was that?” Max finally asks, breaking the silence.

“I’m not sure” I reply. “There’s something about you I just couldn’t resist any longer. Do you want me to get up and let you go?” I ask as I lightly rub my pussy over his cock.

He replies, half-jokingly, “No apology for manhandling me?”

“Nope,” I say while I smile at him. “I’m not sorry at all, so why apologize?”

Max throws back his head and laughs, exposing the long, muscled column of his throat. I lean in and nip him just where his neck meets his shoulders and he lets out a low groan. “Is this going where I think it’s going?” he asks at the same time he flexes his hips and grinds his cock against my pussy.

“I’m certainly trying to get it to where I want to go” I reply between nips and licks of his throat and jaw. “Just be quiet and enjoy the ride.”

As soon as I say that I can feel his body relax into the sofa, which I take as permission to carry on. My hips undulate against him, rubbing my pussy back and forth over his cock. I let go of his hands and start unbuttoning his shirt. “Stretch your arms out along the back of the sofa and don’t move them from there,” I instruct as the gap between the sides of the shirt grows wider and wider.

“Now why would I do that?” he teasingly asks as I run my hands up and down his well-toned chest and abdomen.

In all seriousness I look into his eyes and say “You’ll do it because I told you to, and you’ll do what I tell you to do because you know it would give us both great pleasure to have you obey me.”

Max seems completely taken aback by my response. I can see the gears turning in his head and I’m sure that I just blew my chance to be with him by letting my fantasies get the best of me. I’m so prepared to have him say “You know what? Forget this, this is madness”, that I almost miss his quiet response.

“What did you say?” I ask, not trusting my ears.

“I said ok,” Max replies, loud and clear. I can still see a little bit of doubt in his eyes, but my hormones have now kicked into high gear. I can’t believe my luck that this gorgeous specimen of a man is willing to do whatever I ask of him. I’m certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I lean in to kiss him again, my hands thrust into his hair to hold his head in place, my tongue swirling over his lips before delving inside his mouth to twine with his, drawing it out and into my mouth so I can suck on it and then thrusting my tongue back into his. My chest and stomach rub against him as we kiss and I feel the heat emanating from his skin through the thin cotton of my blouse.

My mouth leaves his and roams over his jaw, kissing and licking before I move to his earlobe and suck on it. Again he groans and I can see him clenching his fists on the sofa, trying to be still as I asked him to be. I continue my exploration of his body with my lips and tongue, down his neck to the place I nipped him before, this time sucking softly. His hips flex again, driving his cock against me but he doesn’t move his hands. I let my hands drift over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges and indentations of his muscles with my fingertips and following with my tongue. I pay special attention to his nipples, tiny little nubs of flesh that I can flick and scrape my teeth over, then lap and suck to greater hardness.

My hands move down to his belt, and I unbuckle it while I suck on one of his nipples and quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. I move back and say “lift your hips so I can get them off you” and Max doesn’t lose any time obeying me. I stand up and finish pulling his pants off, drinking in the sight of his muscular body and long, thick cock standing straight up at attention. I can see the ridges of the veins stand out starkly under his skin, the head a shade lighter than the shaft.

I pull off my shirt revealing my pink leopard print bra with black lace edging. Max draws in his breath and says “Please let me finish undressing you. I want to touch you as well.”

“You can help me undress, but you can’t touch,” I reply, more as a test to see if he’d obey me than anything else. I can’t wait to feel his hands on my body, but we’ll get to that in due time. I hold my hand out for him to take it and stand up. Max stands up next to me and I fully realize how much taller he is than me: the top of my head barely makes it to his shoulders.

I run my hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the heat and softness of his skin against my palms, at the same time causing him to complain. “No fair,” he says, “you can touch but I can’t.”

“Them’s the breaks” I say, smiling up at him. “Now play nice or we don’t play at all.” I turn around and wait for him to unbuckle my bra, which he does without a word.  I take a step forward before turning back to him so he can see me lower the straps and take them off my arms while holding the cups to cover my breasts. His eyes burn holes into my as I finally let my bra drop. I see him lick his lips and clench his hands, obviously wanting to touch my breasts, but he doesn’t move an inch. Having him follow my instructions so far is making me dizzy with need, my pussy and clit pulsing along with my heartbeat.

“Now my pants and underwear” I say, stepping close to him again. Max clenches his jaw and breathes deep, his cock jerking as he reaches for the button to my jeans and opens it up, then slides the zipper down.

“I have to touch you if I’m going to get your pants off,” he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine and tightens my nipples even further.

“I’ll allow that much, but don’t try any funny business,” I say mock-seriously as Max slips his hands between my clothes and my skin and pushes them down along the curve of my hips until he’s kneeling in front of me and my clothes pool at my feet. My pussy is just about at his eye level and he can see the moisture leaking from my lips.

He looks up at me and asks “What now?” as he struggles to comply with what I’ve requested.

“Now,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair to hold his head as I raise my leg over his right shoulder, exposing my pussy to him, “you can touch.”

“Thank you!” he says fervently, his hands coming up to clasp my butt and pull me closer as his mouth descends on my pussy and he starts to explore it with his lips and tongue. I gasp as his tongue licks up my slit and hits my clit just before he fastens his mouth on it and starts sucking. My head falls back and I moan from the pleasure his mouth gives me, my hands in his hair and my leg pushing at his back so that he’s tight against me. I can’t keep my hips still and I rock them against his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, sliding in and out of me over and over. His hands knead my butt and then he moves one so that he can insert two long fingers into me, fucking me with them as he concentrates on my clit with his mouth. I can feel my pulse pounding through my entire body, my breasts swollen and nipples impossibly tight peaks, and still his lips and tongue wind me up tighter and tighter until finally I snap and scream out my release as wave after wave of my orgasm thunders through me.

Max keeps licking me as I come back down to earth, my pussy so sensitive it feels like I could cum again at any moment. I draw in a shuddering breath and push him away, lowering my leg from his shoulder. Max kneels back and licks his lips, his face covered in my wetness. I hold out my hand to help him to stand up. As he stands I sink to my knees in front of him and run my hands up his legs, my mouth watering at the thought of his hot, hard cock stroking into it and down my throat.

“Hands up behind your head,” I say, my mouth just a hair’s breadth away from the tip of Max’s engorged cock. He looks down at me, surprised, but raises his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “If you let them drop at any moment, I immediately stop,” I warn him as my hot breath bathes the head of his cock. Max groans, his hips thrusting forward, trying to close the distance between us. I anticipate his move and pull back just in time. I dig my nails into his hard thighs, impatient for him to agree so I can finally wrap my lips around his cock. “Say yes,” I insist, brushing my hard nipples along his legs.

“Yes…” Max finally groans out, his cock twitching in anticipation, pre cum leaking from the slit and beading at the tip of his cock.

“Good,” I say and lick up his cock from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching that small drop on the tip and bringing it into my mouth, savoring it. We both groan at the same time, incredible pleasure welling up and expressing itself in audible form. I decide to prolong both our torment and instead of finally letting his cock slip into my mouth I trace the veins up and down all along his shaft, licking at the underside of his smooth head, lapping at the pre-cum that continuously wells up. Max’s hips jerk towards my mouth, his thighs and ass flexing as he tries to push his cock past my lips.

 I dig my nails into his thighs again. “Oh no,” I say between licks, “only when I’m good and ready”. I chuckle at Max’s groan of frustration and slap between his thighs lightly to get him to spread them, which he does. I use one hand to lift his cock out of the way and bend down to take his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them, letting them pop from my mouth and licking them. At this point I’m just as impatient as he is to have his cock in my mouth so I lick my way back up his shaft and around the head before I finally allow it to slip past my lips.

Slowly, teasingly I let one inch at a time disappear into the warm, wet heat of my mouth, moaning around his cock as the hard heat of it slides along my tongue to the back of my throat and bumps against it. I slide my head back slowly and then take him deep again, over and over, my throat working around the head of his cock on each stroke, squeezing and stroking with my tongue. Max’s breathing is loud in the room, the only other sound besides the sucking and licking sounds made by my mouth on his cock. I can feel the strain in his legs and his butt as he tries to hold back from fucking my mouth. I slide my mouth down his length once more, this time taking him all the way in until my lips wrap around the base of his cock and my nose is nestled against his groin, my throat working and squeezing around him, his heavy sac cupped in my hand.

I pull back and let him slip from my mouth and tell him to move back to the sofa where I proceed to straddle him, offering up my nipples to his mouth. As he sucks one in and bites down on it non-too-gently I slide my wet slit over his cock, my hips rocking back and forth. I take hold of his hands and bring them to my hips as I lift them up and fit his cock to my opening. “Slowly,” I instruct, not only because I want to savor the feeling of him entering me and filling me up, but also because it’s been a while and he’s so damn BIG.

As wet as I am it takes a little work for his head to push in, but when it does I can feel every ridge and bump rubbing me inside. My head falls back and I moan, knowing I won’t be able to last for very long. I lift up and start to ride him, my hips making small circles as I go up and down. Over and over our bodies embrace the rhythm we both crave as we rush towards completion. I feel my orgasm growing and tightening, centering in my pussy and clit, until I can’t stand it anymore and the sensation explodes through me. My pussy pulses and spasms around Max’s thick, hard cock, milking and squeezing it as I try to muffle my scream of pleasure against his shoulder.

Feeling me cum so hard around his cock drives Max to a greater frenzy, his hands on my hips gripping me tighter as he holds me still and drives into me with a ferocity he hadn’t displayed before. Again and again he bottoms out in me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. It doesn’t take very long for him to slam into me and hold me hard against him as his orgasm takes over and his cock jerks inside of me, filling my pussy up with his cum. He slows his strokes, prolonging the sensation for both of us until we lay limp and drained, my body plastered against his on the sofa. I can feel his strong heartbeat under my cheek, and his hands continuously rub up and down my hips and lower back. After a few minutes of catching my breath I lift up and kiss him.

“Well Jade, that’s the most interesting way any of my tenants has tried to negotiate with me,” Max jokingly says as I reluctantly get up and put my clothes back on.

“As I recall, it wasn’t a negotiation, but more like a hostile take-over,” I reply, grinning as I hand Max his clothes. “But we can continue ‘negotiating’ after dinner. All on my terms, of course,” I say, winking at him.

“Oh we’ll definitely be doing that,” Max says, “That you can count on.”

Business trip

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.

An evening at home

The flickering light from the TV screen is the only illumination in the room as we relax on the couch after a long day.  You’re sitting on one end and I’m lying down with my head on your lap, my hands curled under my chin. You’re playing with my hair, running your fingers through it and gently brushing my back with your movements. After a while your hand runs down my side and slips under my shirt so that your fingers make small circles on my belly. Those circles move higher and higher until you cup my breast over my bra and squeeze it gently. You pull the soft cotton cup down to expose my nipple and cover it with your palm. It starts to grow hard and stiff under your hand and you take it between your fingers to pinch and roll it, making it even harder. I try to act indifferent, as if I’m concentrating on the show, when in truth I’d stopped paying attention the minute you slipped your hand under my shirt. My rapid breathing and low purr as you play with my nipple betray me. I arch my back slightly, seeking more contact with your hand and turn facing upward so you can play with my other breast. I turn my head to nuzzle your leg, your cock growing harder just a breath away from my mouth but covered by your shorts.

You shift slightly so you can bend down and kiss me, your fingers still playing with my nipples, moving from one to the other and back again. Our tongues twine around each other, sucking, thrusting, and exploring our mouths. After a few moments we break apart, our breaths a little ragged and unsteady. I get up off the couch and kneel in front of you, removing my shirt and bra as I do. You lower your shorts and your gloriously hard cock springs free, the veins clearly visible along your shaft. My mouth waters and I lick my lips in anticipation. Your cock jerks when you see me do that and a drop of pre-cum beads on the slit. Your hand cups my face and I turn my head to kiss your palm before you guide me to your cock. I wrap my fingers around the base and lick up your shaft from your balls to the tip, catching that drop on my tongue. I hum in appreciation, loving how you taste.

My breath tickles you as I flick my tongue over the head of your cock and trace the veins up and down your shaft with the tip of my tongue. You flex your hips, impatient for me to take you into my mouth. I finally give you what you want and close my lips over the head, sucking on it strongly for a minute and then slowly moving my lips along your length until you hit the back of my throat and my nose is nestled against your groin. I nuzzle you like this for a minute, my tongue caressing your cock in my mouth as I hold my breath for as long as I can until I’m forced to let you go and breathe. I pull back slowly and take a deep breath and do the same thing again and again. We both love the feel of your hard cock slowly sliding in and out of my mouth, but you’re impatient tonight. You wrap my hair in your fist and pull on it slightly so that I get the message and start moving my head up and down on your cock faster. You groan deep in your throat and pump your hips forward even as you pull my down on you, fucking my mouth.

I can feel the tension in your body as you get closer to the breaking point, can see how your balls draw up and tighten but I’m not done playing yet. I let you slide from my mouth and give you one last lick, disentangling my hair from your hand. You reluctantly let go, but know that playtime isn’t over so you relax back against the couch and watch me as I stand up. I turn around and wiggle my ass, shimmying my sweats and panties off and then bending at the waist to step out of them and giving you a good view of my ass and pussy. You idly play with your cock as you watch me straighten up and turn around again to face you. I take your hands in mine and hold them above your head as I kneel on the couch, my legs framing yours. I kiss you deeply again as I rub my body against you. You can feel my hard, hard nipples digging into your chest and my wet pussy slowly dripping on your lower stomach. Your cock slaps against my ass, wanting to be enveloped by the heat and wetness so close but just out of reach.

I lift my head, eyes glazed in passion and breath ragged. I let go of your hands and immediately the move to my breasts, kneading and massaging them, pinching and flicking my nipples in tandem. You bury your head between them and take turns to kiss and suck first one then the other. I lift my hips up slightly and use one hand to guide your cock into my pussy, pushing down just a little so I can take you in slowly. I’m dripping wet but your cock is so thick I have to go slow the first time, until you’re fully in my and I can feel your balls against my ass. I clench my pussy around your cock, loving how you fill me almost more than I can bear. I put my hands on your chest to help balance me, my nails digging in slightly, and I start riding you leisurely, taking my time, soft moans escaping me each time I slide down on your cock. You let me set the pace for a bit, playing with my breasts and nipples all the while. Then you take control, your hands on my hips, moving me faster as you thrust up into my pussy.

My head falls back and I dig my nails into your chest harder as you slam into me, my breasts swaying and jiggling with each stroke. You sit up and bite me on the side of my neck where it joins my shoulder and then suck on that same spot and I’m done for. My orgasm tears through me, making me scream as my pussy clamps down on your cock, strangling it, wet heat pulsing all around you. You pick up the pace, slamming into me faster and harder, your balls slapping against my ass as you try to drive deeper and deeper into me until you pull me down hard one last time and your cock explodes in me, jerking and spurting cum until it overflows and runs down the inside of my thighs.

I collapse against you, my body still shaking with aftershocks, both of us panting and covered in sweat. I flex my hands on your chest and nuzzle into your neck as your arms wrap around me and hold me tight. I lift my face up and kiss you on the cheek. I can feel your smile and I smile as well, content to stay like this a few more minutes. In the background, the TV drones on. I don’t know if the show is over, and truthfully, I don’t care.

Imagination

Imagine I'm there with you as I softly run my fingers up and down your cock, circling the head and then back down to your balls. You lift up my shirt and caress my breasts, rubbing your face against them as I use the palm of my hand to stroke you.

 

You take one breast in your hand and kiss the top, along the side and then across the bottom before moving to do the same with the other one. I moan softly and wrap my fist around you, striking firmly.  You like around and over my nipple, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before closing your lips around it and sucking forcefully. I moan harder and run my fingers through your hair, pulling your mouth tighter against me at the same time I tighten my grip and stroke you faster.

 

You let go of my breasts and I slide down to my knees, taking your cock in my mouth, my lips sliding along it from tip to base.  The head of your cock bumps against the back of my throat and you feel it squeezing around you as I try to swallow around it.  I pull back, sliding you out of my mouth so I can tease you by licking around the head of your cock and flicking my tongue at the slit before tracing the veins with the tip of my tongue down to your balls. I wrap my hand around your shaft again, pumping it as I lick over your balls and take them into my mouth, rolling and playing with them.

 

I lick and nibble back p to the tip before opening my lips over you and letting you slide into the moist heat of my mouth. You slide in and out over and over in a steady rhythm as I suck on you and caress it with my tongue. I can feel the strain in your body as I hold on to your hips and my nipples brush against your thighs with each stroke.

 

You push your fingers into my hair and hold me tight against you, my lips against the base of your cock as your orgasms jets and spurts down my throat. I swallow everything you give me, sucking greedily on you to get the very last drop.

Late for work

6:00 a.m., the alarm goes off. Ugh, how I hate having to wake up early. The bed is so comfortable and your body is so warm behind me, I don’t want to get up and face the cold, gray morning. I snuggle deeper into the covers, pressing closer to you for a moment before working up my resolve to get up. You’re still fast asleep, which is no surprise. It would take a plane crashing through the roof to wake you up this early.

I finally find my courage and get up. Dang it’s cold. My nipples harden instantly and goosebumps race over my skin. I should have worn something to bed, but you like me sleeping naked. I hurry towards the bathroom, my feet padding softly across the tiles. I step on the bathmat and turn on the hot water. Soon steam starts to fill the bathroom and I breathe a little sigh of relief. I really do hate the cold.

I step in to the shower and shampoo my hair, not thinking of anything, just going through the motions. I think my brain is still half asleep. I bend down to pick up the bottle of body wash and my loofah and suddenly feel a hand caressing my butt. Startled, I look over my shoulder and see you standing behind me, your cock already erect and straining. “Like the view?” I say, wiggling my ass as I do. “You know I do” you answer gruffly, your voice sending shivers over me in spite of the heat and steam in the shower.

“So are you joining me, or are you going to just stand there?” I ask as I stand up and soap the loofah. You step inside with me and crowd me into a corner, pressing me against the cold tile wall. I yelp at the contact of the tile against my back and the contrast of you pressing against my front, so hot. We kiss deeply, tongues entwined, exploring each other’s mouths as our hands move over our bodies made slippery by the water falling on us. You reach for the loofah and the body wash, lathering it up and then tracing over my body from my neck downward, paying special attention to my breasts, stomach and legs. Then you drop the loofah and cup my pussy with your hand, rubbing over it and slipping a finger in between my pussy lips. I gasp and dig my nails into your shoulders, trying to stay standing as my knees turn to jelly. You position me under the shower spray, enjoying how the suds flow off my body as you finger me.

“Lift your arms and grab the shower head” you instruct and I do so eagerly as you turn off the water. Rivulets run down my body, drops falling from my nipples and running down my stomach towards my pussy. You bend down and kiss me, nibbling my lips, kissing your way to my ear and blowing in it gently.  I shiver again, my breasts desperate for your attention. You don’t disappoint, knowing how much I love your mouth on them. You continue kissing down my collarbone, across the swell, down one side and underneath, your mouth moves over me until at last you take my nipple between your lips and bite down on it. I moan loudly, my breathing coming faster as you suck and lick at my nipple. I almost let go of the showerhead but you bite a little harder in warning and I keep my arms up. After taking your time with one breast you do the same with the other, leaving me out of breath, weak with wanting.

You move lower, kneeling in front of me and say “spread your legs” as you move my feet apart. My pussy is dripping, and not just from the shower. My head falls back and a long moan escapes me as your tongue connects with my pussy, licking from my center to my clit in one long stroke. Your mouth fastens on me, devouring my pussy, licking, sucking, and flicking my clit. I can’t help the moans that escape me as you continue to use your tongue on me. They sound amplified in the small space of the shower. My legs are shaking as you take my clit into your mouth and suck it, biting down with just a hint of pain. I can’t take anymore and scream my release, my legs shaking with the force of the orgasm that rolls through me. You quickly stand up to catch me just as my legs give out and hold me close, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue as we kiss. You take my hands and lower my arms, rubbing them to help restore the circulation.

I come down from the high of my orgasm and smile at you, knowing that it’s my turn. I’ll be late for work, but who cares? This is much more important. Still smiling I push against your chest and kneel in front of you. Your cock is so hard it makes my mouth water. I cradle your balls in my palm, my thumb and forefinger trying to circle the base but not quite touching.  My other hand grabs on to your hip and I lick you from base to tip, imitating how you licked my pussy. I circle my tongue around the head, lapping at the slit and then trace the veins back down to the base. One last lick up to the top and I let it slide past my lips and into my mouth. I take in just the head, sucking on it and caressing it with my tongue. You slide your fingers into my hair and pull me closer, urging me to take in more of you. I resist a little, scraping my teeth over the smooth surface of your cock head.  You growl deep in your throat, impatient with my teasing. Truthfully, so am I. I do what we both want and allow you to push your cock further in, sliding along my tongue until it hits the back of my throat. I gag a little and try to swallow around it, taking in as much of you as I can. You hold me there for a couple of breaths and then ease up to let me breathe. As soon as I can, I take you deep again, then once more.

I start moving my head up and down along your cock, my nipples brushing against your legs on each stroke. You can feel my tongue caressing your cock as you pump in and out of my mouth, my cheeks hollowed out as I suck on you strongly. I feel your balls draw up tight but I’m not ready to have it end, so I let go and lick over your cock with short strokes, giving you time to come back from the edge. Your breathing is harsh in my ears. I look up at you and see the fire in your eyes before you pick me up and pin me against the wall again, this time lifting my legs to circle your waist. I wrap my legs around you, my heels digging into your butt and my arms around your neck. You use one hand to position your cock and then ram it into my tight pussy, making us both groan in ecstasy. You bury your face in the junction of my neck and collarbone, licking and nipping the spot that drives me crazy as you pump your cock into my hot, wet pussy. My head falls back against the shower wall, my arms holding you close to me as you power into me again and again. My pussy tightens around you and I can feel every vein and bump dragging in and out of me. My breathing has become one continuous moan and with each stroke against me you grunt hard, pushing deep, your balls slapping against me. I can’t take any more and cum hard around you, my pussy pulsing and milking your cock. That sends you over the edge and your cock jerks hard as your cum jets out, filling me up.

You keep pumping, slower now, trying to prolong the moment. My legs slide down yours, not quite steady enough to keep me up by myself. You lift your head and we look each other in the eyes, smiling and then kiss softly. Yeah I’m late for work, but it was so worth it.

Alone?

I walk through the empty house, bored, restless. It feels like forever that I haven’t seen you and I miss you. I miss your hands on my body, your mouth roaming over every inch of me, how you make me feel. 

I walk up the stairs to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed and stare ate the ceiling, still thinking of you and our last conversation. I so love teasing you, getting you all hot and bothered with the pics I take for you. It’s a double-edged sword though, because making you hard gets me wet every time. 

I blindly reach for the control, wanting to fill the silence with something, anything. I keep thinking of your big, hard cock and my mouth waters. I trace my lips with one of my fingertips, imagining it’s your cock. I suck on them like I’d like to do to you, while one hand slips under my shirt and cups my breast, squeezing slightly. That feels so good. I love it when you play with my breasts, cupping, rubbing, squeezing them. Love your mouth on them as you kiss and lick, suck and bite all over. My nipples harden thinking of your mouth on them. I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger and roll it, pulling just a bit before releasing it and doing the same with the other.

My clothes start to bother me, so I take off my top and shorts and lay back only in my panties. My hands go back to playing with my breasts, rubbing the palms over my nipples, squeezing, molding, pinching and flicking at them. One hand trails down my stomach, drawing lazy circles over my skin with my fingertips. Over and over again my fingers glide with light butterfly touches around my belly button, over my lower abdomen and hips, just brushing the top of my pussy. I let my legs fall open and place my palm against my pussy over my panties. I’m already damp and needy. I take them off and trail my fingers over and around my pussy lips and inner thighs, drawing out the moment, imagining your mouth and tongue doing the same thing to me.

As I slip one finger between my pussy lips I hear a noise at my bedroom door. I stop cold and look over. To my utter surprise, I see you at the door. How long have you been there? How long have you been watching me fantasize about you? Your gaze devours my body and I can see you’re already hard. I smile at that… Well, since you’ve been enjoying watching me, why not enjoy the rest of the show? I close my eyes and moan, arching my back, one hand tugging at my nipple, the other hand playing with my pussy. My fingers slide in easily through the wetness and heat. I hear you walk over to the bed as I circle my clit with one finger before pushing it into my opening and back out again.

You growl deep in your throat and I feel the bed dip beneath your weight. Suddenly you remove my hand, almost violently rip it away. I gasp and open my eyes to see what you’re doing just as your mouth connects with my pussy, your tongue licking me in one long stroke. My eyes almost roll back into my head and all I can do is moan and hold your head closer, arching my hips up against you. You lick and suck like a dying man thirsting for water, over and over your tongue moving along my pussy and my clit. You thrust it deep into me, fucking me with your tongue and then go back to licking and sucking my clit. My legs are shaking as you put them over your shoulders, opening me wider, positioning me to your liking. On and on you go, driving me higher until my orgasm washes over me and I yell out your name, shaking in your arms, my pussy pressed hard against your mouth.

You kiss my pussy one last time, and then crawl up my body, kissing me softly as you go along. You reach my lips, kissing me deeply, our tongues entwined and our breaths in sync. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue. I hug you close, wrapping my legs around your waist. You’re still fully clothed but I can feel your cock, hot and hard, against my pussy.  You pull away slightly and ask “Did you miss me?” and I laughingly reply “What do you think?”