Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  Even as I worried about it, I trawled through my drawers, pulling out a matching set of black, lacy thong and bra, sliding the scratchy material up my legs and settling the small triangle of fabric in place.

  Once my bra and dress were on I looked in the mirror wishing I was something more. I applied make up and made sure my hair fell just right, thinking I had ages to wait when my door buzzed.

  “Hello?” I asked, hearing the puzzlement in my own voice.

  “Miss, Wainright?” A deep voice asked through my intercom. “I’m Mr. Parlington’s driver, he sent me to collect you.”

  Already?

  Looking at my clock I saw it was eight pm. The driver was right on time.

  “I’ll be right down,” I said.

  Nerves hit me again as I took the elevator down to the street. All this was so far out of my comfort zone I didn’t know what to expect, especially not the shining, black stretch limo that had been parked outside my building.

  Beside the open, rear door stood a driver, complete with dark gray suit and tie, white shirt and patent leather shoes. His eyes followed me as I approached.

  “I-I’m...” I began.

  “Miss. Wainright,” he greeted me, offering his hand as I climbed into the massive car.

  I looked out through the window as a few of my neighbors had gathered outside my building, straining to see what was going on when the driver closed the door. He walked slowly to the front and slid behind the wheel, glancing back at me with a genuine smile.

  “Relax, Miss. Wainright, enjoy the ride. Feel free to have a drink if you’d like.”

  I slid along the cream leather bench seat that ran along one side of the car’s interior to the small bar, staring in wonder at the array of drinks there. And ice, there was ice in a bucket. I grabbed a glass and poured a small measure of Smirnoff Vodka into it after dropping two ice cubes in. I swirled the vodka as the city slid by outside the car then swallowed the contents, letting the heat flare in my stomach.

  Fifteen minutes brought us to the waterfront and a row of modern mansions all separated by massive plots of land. Glass, steel and other materials I couldn’t identify looked to grow from the river and I had to wonder at the cost of a place like this, each house with at least one yacht moored out back. The car turned into a driveway leading towards one of the larger homes and my mouth dropped at the sight of the place. It looked like several large boxes had been dropped at random, one clad in wood, one in glass and another in steel while the largest one had been finished in some kind of dark gray material. Lights shone from inside but gave no clue as to who or what lay within, maintaining privacy. Before the house and stretching around both sides of the property were azure pools of water that flowed and rippled in the reflected light given off by submerged bulbs.

  The car came to a halt and the driver walked to the rear, opening the door and offering his hand to help me out. I looked around, not seeing any photographers and the driver pointed, probably thinking I was lost.

  “Just over the bridge, miss,” he said.

  I looked at the glass bridge that crossed the pools like a moat, staring down to see several, two-foot, gold and orange koi carp swimming lazily beneath me. I smiled and walked across and approached the house, watching my finger shake as I reached for the doorbell.

  The door opened before I could ring it and I looked in at Chris as he stared back at me. He wore black suit trousers and a silk shirt, open at the throat, giving me a view of the swell of his pecs, and black loafers.

  “Tallie, you look amazing, I’m real glad you came,” Chris said as he guided me into his house.

  Music played from somewhere, I couldn’t tell where, and there was an atmosphere of happiness as he guided me into the main room. Ant lounged on a black leather sofa, holding his beer bottle to me in salute as I entered. I waved a few fingers at him as my eyes roved over the people in the room. Apart from Ant I could see Derrin and four other members of the Ravens, all accompanied by gorgeous women dripping in diamonds and with Louboutins gracing their feet. My patent leather heels didn’t have red soles and my diamonds were glass – I was out of my depth here.

  “Drink?” Chris asked me as stranger’s eyes followed my every move.

  “Okay,” I replied hesitantly.

  He led me across to a bar and went behind, grabbing a glass before turning back to me and raising an eyebrow.

  “Vodka orange?” I asked.

  Chris slid the glass to me after a few moments, making sure our fingers touched as he passed the drink to me. I looked up to see that predatory stare that I loved, and was nervous about at the same time, on his face. He smiled and I felt myself responding.

  “Come on,” he said, holding his hand out. “Let’s go meet some people.”

  I took his hand, letting him lead me over to a group of people.

  “You know Derrin,” he said. “And this is his wife, Theresa,”

  Chris led me on a whirlwind tour of his teammates and their girlfriends, two of whom I recognized from TV. We chatted and they all seemed quite nice, I drank my vodka which was almost automatically refilled and then danced a little, Chris swaying gently against my back as the beat rolled through me. I felt a warm buzz as the vodka took effect and a smile crossed my face as I realized I was actually enjoying myself, having fun for the first time in ages.

  I turned, wrapping my arms around Chris’ neck as a slow dance came on. We both swayed to the music, our bodies in synch with the rhythm as I lost myself in his eyes. I became aware most of the other people had left but ignored the fact when Chris leaned down and kissed me like he had that morning.

  His lips seared mine, his strong hands in the small of my back pressing me against him. I could feel the hard length of his strong body against mine and the feeling excited my senses, making my heart beat and breath speed up. The song ended and I looked around, seeing the empty house.

  Empty apart from Ant who sat on the sofa, watching some football match. Chris rolled his eyes at me and I giggled. We went over and I sat down beside Ant, Chris seating himself on the other side of me after grabbing another drink for us.

  I could feel the heat from Chris’s leg through his pants and it spread to me, sending goose flesh up my side and when he laid a hot hand on my thigh images of us together, warm skin pressed against warm skin flashed into my mind. I smiled, the vodka giving me a warm buzz and turned to Chris.

  Which is when I realized it was Ant that had been touching my thigh.

  Chapter Five

  Chris was watching, a wide smile on his face as his teammate groped me.

  What the fuck?

  I nearly leaped from the sofa when Chris started to massage my other thigh. I stared at him questioningly as his own gaze cut from mine to Ant’s.

  “Tallie,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through my chest. “Ant and me...we want to show you a good time.”

  I couldn’t believe this. Had all this been just to get me here so I could...what? Have a three way with them.

  No thank you, mister!

  Although…

  What? Where had that thought come from? Even as I asked myself that question I knew the answer. Years of being the good girl, years of putting my education and work before having a relationship. Even before losing my virginity.

  And this is how you want to do it?

  Well why not? Here I had two good looking, athletic guys who both desperately wanted me. And I was drunk.

  “I’ve never...” I started but Chris cut me off.

  “Us neither,” he said, thinking I was about to say I’d never been with two people rather than never had sex. “Believe me, this is all new territory for all of us.”

  Not as new as me!

  Nervous anticipation crawled through me pushed aside by a healthy dose of lust as Ant leaned in and took my mouth. His lips were a little firmer, a lot hotter than Chris’ and trembling nervously as he took my lower lip between his and sucked it gently.

  I heard a moan come from
me as he pulled kisses from my lips, probing gently with his tongue. Hands roamed over my body as I pulled away and turned to Chris, pulling his head into mine. Heat exploded inside my chest when his tongue invaded my mouth, my throat feeling tight as if it was being held closed. As I’d done earlier, I sucked his tongue deeper inside my mouth while Ant watched, all the time stroking and squeezing my thigh.

  Little mewling sounds escaped my throat when Chris carried on kissing me, Ant’s hand roaming ever higher before slipping away. He tasted of beer and I reveled in it, not loving the taste of the drink but loving the smell on his breath and the taste of his mouth. Chris pulled back this time and Ant moved in for some more.

  A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions rolled round inside me as Ant’s tongue flicked over my lips and darted tentatively against mine.

  There are names for girls that do this kind of thing.

  Yeah, liberated, in control, powerful.

  Hmm. More like wanton slut.

  Well if this was being a wanton slut, then so be it. I felt amazing, desired, wanted by two rich, famous men who could have their pick of almost anyone they chose.

  I tried to suck Ant’s tongue as I’d done to Chris but felt him smile against my lips and drag it back into his mouth. I pulled back and watched them both stroking my legs, my belly and up to cup my breasts.

  Chris took my mouth again and I savored his tongue as his hand slid higher, lifting my dress and skimming the silken triangle at the apex of my thighs. Sensation pulsed through me, intense and sharp and I gasped, my body arching and pressing myself into his hand.

  “Yes,” I breathed, opening my eyes to stare into his.

  I was so aroused, so sexually charged and ready for this that the slightest touch sent a wave of pleasure rippling out over and through my belly. Chris grinned, his eyes widening at the sight of my minute underwear but his fingers sliding over the silken material, massaging me through the cloth. A moan escaped me when his finger grazed over my swollen clit, the sensation like a vibration through the cloth of my thong.

  Ant pulled away, shifting up the sofa, content to watch Chris and me for now. I stood up stepping back from them both starting to sway my hips to a tune only I could hear. Both Chris’ and Ant’s eyes locked onto me as I did a slow dancing strip tease, flashing my underwear at them every so often and turning away to bend over, showing my ass.

  I felt empowered by their stares. Both men were at my mercy, eyes locked onto my body and under my control. I grinned, knowing I could get them to do just about anything.

  After a few moments I lifted the hem of my dress, continuing the strip until I stood before them in just my underwear and heels. I looked at Chris, approaching him slowly and spreading my thighs as I put one knee beside either of his thighs. His hands roamed up my thighs and over my ass cheeks as I started to kiss him again. He squeezed my butt, slapping me gently while I sucked at his mouth again.

  We carried on like this for a while and I glanced at Ant who had his hand in his lap, massaging his cock through his jeans. I reached for him and he shifted towards us so I could grasp his shaft, squeezing and stroking his thick member through his pants.

  Chris planted kisses down my neck and across my throat, moving up behind my ear with tiny little nips of his lips. Goose flesh broke out down my sides and I moaned at the feelings shooting through me. Chris moved his mouth lower, his fingers slipping beneath the straps of my bra before freeing my breasts. His hot mouth found one of my nipples, pulling at it with his lips and flicking his tongue across the tip. My tits felt heavy, swollen and I arched my back, pressing them into his face as I gripped Ant’s cock. Electric shocks felt as if they shot from my nipples, down my spine and deep into my belly, making my core heat up.

  Ant was panting, his mouth open as I stroked his hard shaft while Chris carried on sucking on my pebble-hard nipples. His hands delved lower, reaching between my legs and pulling my flimsy panties aside.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled as Ant moaned beside us.

  “Please,” I begged him. “Please.”

  Chris grinned as his fingers found my throbbing clit, stroking his fingers down into my pussy and slicking them before moving back up to my aching clit. With expert strokes he rolled his fingertips over the tip of my clit as I clung to him, squealing in utter delight.

  I’d had orgasms before, of course I had, but the one that ripped through me thanks to Chris’ fingers was biblical. With every slide of his slick fingers across the top of my tight little bud I felt my core tighten, the pressure inside me growing by the second. I threw my head back and ground my hips, rubbing myself against his hand as I moaned. Just at the point I thought something inside me was going to snap, I came. Hard. I cried out his name as ripples of pleasure rolled up through my belly, my muscles quivering and squeezing uncontrollably.

  I collapsed against him forehead to forehead as little aftershocks rocked through me.

  “Holy shit!” I breathed. “That was intense.”

  Chris chuckled and I grinned as he rolled my now limp body to one side, laying me on the sofa before kissing me again. His lips nipped down my body, kissing circles over my belly while delving lower. Surprisingly my body responded in a wholly positive way and I looked down into his eyes as his tongue lapped at my pussy.

  “Christ!” I moaned when his tongue rolled around my aching clit. “Holy Jesus Chris, I’m going to come again!”

  He grinned into my pussy as he carried on lapping at me, sending wave of delight up through me and into my belly, feeding the fire that had set up there.

  Ant meanwhile had undone his fly and reached in to pull his rigid cock out. It looked painfully swollen and purple with blue veins running down the skin. I reached for him and he hissed as my fingers wrapped around the burning head, stroking my hand up and down slowly.

  Chris was driving me wild with his tongue, running it down from my throbbing clit, pushing it into my hot pussy and delving lower, thrilling my senses when he flicked the tip into my asshole. I jumped, squirming and crying out when he did that but all he did was laugh and continue, He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and lapped his tongue across the tip, sending wave after wave of delight exploding outward through my belly and back.

  Ant knelt up, bringing his cock closer to me and I paused, knowing what he expected, wanted, but worrying over how to do it. I lapped at the underside of his cock, tasting the mildly salty flavor as he moaned deeply and threw his head back. I leaned forward a little, taking his thickness into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. Ant stared at me, his eyes half closed in bliss as I sucked his cock.

  Chris sucked at my pussy and clit, long slow pulls that drove me to ever higher heights of ecstasy. I came again, screaming my delight against Ant’s cock as I sucked and lapped at him.

  Chris stood and I watched him quickly undress, freeing his own swollen member before kneeling between my legs again. I felt his hot cock laying on my belly, feeling far too big to fit inside me. He dragged his cock down my pussy, positioning himself at the entrance to my virginity before pushing slowly inside me.

  I cried out as he slid inside of me, stretching my tight, wetness with a deep moan of his own. He paused, buried deep inside me, waiting for me to adjust around him before pulling out with infinite slowness. He gripped my hips, hands shuddering as he drove back inside and pulled out once more.

  Ant was moaning deeply, his hips bucking gently into my mouth as his eyes clamped onto my face. I felt his cock twitch and steeled myself for the rush of thick, salty come that was about to fill my mouth. When it came, when Ant came, he pulled himself from my mouth and aimed down, covering my breasts in his fluid as he growled through his orgasm, falling backwards, spent.

  I watched Chris’ eyes go vacant as his own orgasm approached and clung to him as he buried himself inside me, bucking and groaning as he filled me with his hot come.

  We laid there, panting and stroking each other as the room cooled our heated bodies and eventually I sat up,
suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness. I folded my arms across my breasts and looked at Ant who was already asleep.

  “Come with me,” Chris whispered, taking my hand.

  We showered in a massive, marbled bathroom, washing each other gently before relaxing on top of his bed. Chris stroked his fingers up and down my arm, my breast, my belly and I turned into him, eventually falling asleep.

  I woke with a start to see Ant grinning as he tugged at my big toe. He was completely naked and completely aroused. Early morning sun drenched all three of us as Chris began to stoke me again. I grinned at them and laid back.

  Looks like I was now part of the team.

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  Story 11

  It is a special feeling... one which many women dream of for most of their lives. Having a handsome, older man fill her most delicate of parts with his fertile seed. Being taken and pleasured by one they love so dearly... in the most taboo of fashions.

  My sister and I had moved in with our mom and step-dad about a year ago. We had chosen a community college that was in their area so it made sense. It sure was easier than the 35 mile drive back and forth from our dad's place. In the beginning, my sister, Jessica, had hated our step-dad and living under his roof. She had always said that he was too strict, had too many rules and as a party girl, she hated having to be home on time for his eleven pm curfew. I had never minded much to be honest. Unlike Jessica, I tended to return home right after school anyway and spent the evening alone in my bedroom. She was the social butterfly – always with her friends, hanging out at the mall or on dates with guys. Often Jessica didn't come home until after midnight. This behavior of hers infuriated Johnny, our step-dad. I heard him many times stomping from his bedroom down the stairs when he had either seen or was awoken by the lights of her car.