by D STEP
I held tight to Ken’s shoulders as the two men began to increase their speed, fucking me hard in earnest. My tits bounced hard against ken’s chest with each energetic thrust. Their bodies surrounded me in an aroma of male sweat and heat.
Ken’s body smelled of high-end cologne, something ritzy like Gio Armani, while Tyler’s was a simple supermarket-bought deodorant rip-off of Joop, which I still liked. Their heady aroma and the heat form their bodies made me feel safe, secure and loved. Ad their cocks made me feel thoroughly fucked. I screamed out their names as I felt my climax rushing over me. I cried out as my pussy exploded and I saw the stars burst behind my eyelids which were closed in ecstasy.
I felt the heat of Ken’s cum burning through my pussy and that of Tyler’s in my ass. They both continued to pump inside me, lowing their thrusts together as they both held me tight. I knew I’d have finger-mark bruising on my arms but it was cool enough this season to warrant my wearing long sleeved shirts to hide it.
I lay down beside the two men who had fucked me thoroughly, and to satisfaction for most of the night, surrounded by naked man flesh, and exhausted but n a good way, I closed my eyes, half-listening to the soft murmurs of the men as they spoke over my dozing body.
I awoke the next morning to find that I had been placed in bed, Ken on one side and Tyler on the other, both snuggling against my body. AS soon as I shifted and opened my eyes, both men were awake and watching me.
“Good morning, Diana.” Ken smiled, brushing aside some strands of hair from my face.
“Morning to you too…” I said, leaning over to kiss Tyler and then Ken.
Tyler had something on his mind, I could see it in his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, worried that something had happened to make Ken change his mind over the whole “I’ll pay your mother’s medical bills if you sleep with me.” Thing
“Ken and I have been discussing a few things,” Tyler started. Ken touched my shoulder and I turned to look at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now that I’ve had you, I’m not sure if I can let you go as easily as I have those other women in my life.”
“What Ken is proposing, Is that he will happily pay for your mother’s medical bills, that’s granted, but if you want to continue this… ménage style relationship, then he’s more than willing to take care of us, for as long as we are together.” Tyler said, running the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I am okay with this, but I’m still going to work, I’m not going to have anyone pay my way.”
“I’m the same, I don’t want to be with you because of your money, Ken, I did this for my mother’s health, I want her to live.” I said, sitting up, the sheet fell from my naked torso and I grabbed it, clutching it to my chest. The disappointment at being denied the view of my tits seemed to show on their faces and Ken tried to casually pull away the thousand thread count cotton sheets from me, I held on tight.
“But, I want this to happen. Last night was incredible, it’s going to take a little getting used to with you both being able to turn into bears though…”
“That’s not all of who we are, but a small part of it.” Ken said, and Tyler nodded his agreement.
“We want to be with you, both of us and we are willing to share you, but are you willing to be with both of us?” Tyler asked.
I nodded, “Yes, Yes I am.” I said, pulling both my men into a tight embrace and meeting each of their lips in turn. The sheet fell from my body and I felt their warm hands caressing each breast before I felt their hard and ready cocks pressing against my hips.
This relationship was going to be an interesting one.
*****
Six months later, my mother was in full remission, her cancer had gone and she was cleared, I also had a surprise for everyone. I placed the stick on the kitchen table in Ken’s house, we had been living there every weekend while still continuing on with our lives.
The two blue lines stood out starkly against the white plastic.
I smiled at my two men. They looked at me and then at each other. In an instant they were on their feet and giving me a two-manned bear hug that made me squeak with indignation as I had trouble breathing.
Though we didn’t know who the father was, we didn’t care. This baby, was our baby and he or she would grow up with two very protective fathers and one proud mother.
We didn’t care what other people thought of our ménage relationship. WE were happy and that was all that mattered.
I looked at my two men and smiled with love. Love was all that mattered.
The End
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Large hands touched her shoulders, leaning down on her, pinning her to the floor. She felt the stifle of air as a body moved over her. The heat of his body brought a sheen to her chest, her breasts rose on their own as they sought contact with his chest. She had no idea which one this was. But, whomever he was, he was as naked as she was. The nudge of his erect cock against her hip as he shifted to lie between her legs had her pelvis rising and shoving toward him.
His warm breath tickled her nose. The man could kiss! Joslin melted into the pressure of his lips and instantly she knew who this must be. Jacob. His plump lips moved over hers, the slick slide of lip balm adding to the friction of his touch. He coaxed her to open, his tongue swiping across the seam of her mouth, just as he’d done with his fingers along her the seam of her folds. He definitely understood the power of touch.
Allowing him within her mouth, she moaned around his tongue as he leisurely explored the moist depths. He licked at her inner cheek, along the line of her sleek teeth, then flicked at her tongue in a come-hither motion, encouraging her to follow his lead. She did, exploring his mouth in turn. He tasted of imported beer, more yeasty than expected but strong with hops. Moaning again, she fed on his mouth, his flavor.
Fingers dug into her hips, angling her for a brutal thrust. Lost in his kiss, she wasn’t ready mentally, though her pussy had never been wetter, more ready, for him to plunge his cock past her folds, which were held open by another set of hands, these fingers slender and long. As he filled her pussy in a rush, her inner muscles convulsed around the intrusion. He slid deep, though not quite completely and she felt everything. Everything. . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 1
Joslin laid back on the carpeted floor of the luxury suite. Outside
She’d come with Dr. Pani Dev, her boss and a premier medical scientist in the United States, to transport his latest findings, patent paperwork, and financial reports, as well as record this meeting. An Indian, he was dark-skinned, with dark hair a little longer than customary, and dark chocolate eyes; he was well-built, but not muscular. He was a marathon runner, with toned legs and thighs.
It had been his idea to turn this meet-up with his old Cambridge buddies into a potential funding meeting for his newest technology. Even she, a layman to medical tech, was impressed by what he’d accomplished: a medical unit, no bigger than a briefcase, which, with a single drop of blood, was able to run up to 37 separate diagnosis tests with up to 99.9% reliability. It would revolutionize the medical industry- from offering pharmacies a new service, to giving community clinics a leg-up on cheap healthcare, to making it easier for doctors to serve and protect the citizens of third-world nations.
The invention was an amazing accomplishment and she was pleased to note that both of his buddies thought as highly of it as she did. Mr. Jacob Reynolds, a stock investor and world record mountain climber, was the first to sign on. He was American, through and through: blonde hair, blue eyes, wide-shoulders, and sun-tanned, with muscular arms and thighs. She could imagine him surfing the beaches of Malibu far more comfortably than seeing him sitting behind a computer terminal tracking the stock market.
Mr. Reynolds had agreed to help finance the building of the tech with nothing more than a cursory glance over the paperwork and reports. She’d been surprised at his lack of caution at spending so much money, but then again, he was known for his take-charge, risk-taker personality the world over.
And then there was Ian Kensington, the owner of a small airline which catered to the super-wealthy and government agencies. He designed, customized, and sold jets, as well as providing top-trained pilots to those who needed or wanted only the best. Having served with the British Special Forces as a pilot, he knew what he was doing.
Unlike the other two, however, he didn’t look or act like a billionaire business owner. A tall African man, he was a hulking mass of masculinity, evoking power and fear in a primal way. His shaved head and thick scruff of stubble marked him as fashionably unconcerned with his appearance. He wore black leather, smelled of fuel, and looked like he’d just stepped off a roaring Harley Davidson, which probably wasn’t too far off the truth. Although today he’d arrived inside the belly of a helicopter- late to the party. He was part-owner of one of the football teams playing below and the sole owner of this luxury suite.
He’d been a little more careful with her boss’s proposition, not yet signing on the dotted line but not yet turning down the offer. She admired him for his restraint, wanting to take some time to look more deeply into the technology and asking to share the proposal with his business lawyer before making a final decision. However, he had looked pleased at being asked and, after flexing his hand good-naturedly on her boss’s shoulder, she had a feeling he’d already made his choice.
To say she was impressed by the company crowded about her was putting it mildly. Joslin was about to be stuffed full of cock, stretched to her limits, and used unlike any time before by three of the richest men on the planet. Was it luck or fate?
The afternoon had started off simply enough. Dressed in a pencil skirt and dark red blouse, her brunette waves pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her reading glasses perched daintily on the tip of her nose, she had been nearly invisible. Just one of the lowly civil servants- a secretary for the men who hold all the power and money. At least she was to her boss, Dr. Dev, and Mr. Renyolds. But, as soon as she’d looked up into Ian’s eyes, she knew he saw something more in her. She had felt a shiver of anticipation build within her. Her cheeks grew warm under his sensuous gaze. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she’d ducked her head and sat in a corner chair, notepad balanced on her lap, ready to take notes on the meeting, doing everything in her power to avoid Ian’s attentions.
It was all for naught. Over and over, her eyes sought him. She studied him as he listened to Dr. Dev introduce the tech. She watched with interest as he read the reports she’d compiled and smiled to herself when he quoted a particular line from her business plan- admiring the turn of phrase. Then, as the conversation had switched from the business of money to the game below, a major player injured and an abrupt change in the odds, she’d noticed the flash of his eyes as he attempted to con his friends into laying down some bets. He was still that college-boy deep inside, a little wild, and definitely fuelled by more than average testosterone.
CHAPTER 2
She had laughed at the men, covering her mouth, and the girlish giggle, with a fake cough as one by one they suddenly returned to their college days, falling into old patterns of behavior, reminiscing as they shed their regular lives for the carefree-ness of their youths. Beer began flowing. Cans were popped, chugged, and crushed. Coats were shed, sleeves rolled up, curses yelled at refs for supposed bad calls, and cheers shouted in encouragement.
Half-time came and the conversation morphed again into stories of youthful indiscretions. Abruptly, Joslin caught herself listening in. It wasn’t intentional, but there she was leaning forward in her chair, straining to catch every word. So hot, so turned on, she felt her slickness wetting a puddle in her panties. She prayed none of them noticed.
It was a half-hearted prayer.
As the stories grew more erotic, she almost wanted them to notice her predicament.
“Oh, hell, that was a great party!”
“Rebecca was amazing! Freshly 18, curved in all the right places.”
“The way those melons bounced…,” Jacob groaned.
“No, her mouth…,” Pani amended, his lips lifting in a naughty grin.
“No, mates, the feeling of her fanny tightening, wet and sloppy, on my girth… that bint knew how to squeeze down,” Ian’s voice grew husky with imagined memories.
“Her ass was incredible.”
“Remember when she screamed as you pounded her hole? She didn’t know what to do.”
“My monster barely fit. She got stretched that night, buggered good.”
Jacob laughed, “Buggered, indeed. You ripped her open.”
Sobering, Ian nodded. “Lube would have been nice.”
“You should have let me prepare her first…,” Pani winked at the others. Joslin startled. Was the wink an inside joke? She had never thought of her boss as particularly well-hung, had never really thought too much of him except as her boss, in fact. It was almost difficult for her to imagine him now, naked under his suit, cock erect. She wanted to believe Ian would be the largest. But, perhaps that was just her American bias- it was common knowledge in the bars and on TV that black men were hung like horses.
Joslin had no problem believing the rest. As they continued, growing dirtier and nastier as they shared, she grew wetter. She wanted to be filled so completely, tossed back and forth between the three like a doll, stretched to the point that she screamed and her flesh was ripped. It was becoming impossible for her to keep her hands from herself, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrest.
Uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, she sought some semblance of relief. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to ignore them, their wild remembrances, and her own dirty mind. Catching sight of her boss, she happened- so not on purpose… much- to notice the tenting of his slacks. Across from him, Jacob was already rubbing his cock through his pants. At least she wasn’t the only one affected by the conversation.
Then came the words she needed to hear. The opening she had been waiting for.
“Imagine that night bareback.”
Pani and Jacob paused, considering all that had happened, only this time, without having to wear a condom. She saw the look in their eyes, saw the desire, the raw passion. Joslin was panting from the chair. She stood and, crossing to the men, cleared her throat. All eyes swung to her.
“Why not relive it here? Now? With me?” Her voice was small, barely above a whisper, but in the silence that suddenly blanketed the room- the crowd growing eerily silent as well- her voice echoed like a scream.
CHAPTER 3
Joslin couldn’t believe she’d spoken up or that she had offered herself to be used sexually by these three men, who had each just bragged about their conquests and depravities as though she weren’t even in the room. What was happening to her? She was usually so shy, so content in the background. This was far from her normal character.
“You?” Jacob swept her body from head to toe, taking her all in. He had barely looked her over previously, dismissing her as inconsequential when Pani had introduced her.
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