“Spit it out, sweetheart,” growls Kane. “What is it?”
She smiles once more tremulously.
“It’s just that,” she says in a whisper. “It’s just that knowing this makes me love you more.”
A pause for a moment as her sentence sinks in. Because shit, the words hit the spot. This female is ours. Her heart, body and soul belong to us. And we need her, hard, fast and now, branding that curvy form so that she never forgets.
Like predators, we pounce, stripping off Katie’s clothes right at the dining room table.
“Oh!” she squeals, eyes wide and shocked. But her body tells a different story. Those big boobies bounce, pink nipples hard and aroused. And her slit’s already dripping, a smear of fragrant pussy fluid on those creamy thighs.
“Aw fuck, honey,” I breathe, inhaling deeply of that female musk. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
She trembles like a doe.
“I’m always like this around you,” the female confesses in a whisper. “My pussy’s always soft and gushy, it needs you.”
And shit, but who are we to say no? Because Katie’s getting it tonight, the three-way deep drill. There’s no way to stop the assault, no way to say no. She’s ours, and the female submits entirely.
“Yes,” she cries out as we lower her to the carpeted floor. “Yes, yes.”
The girl on her hands and knees, big boobies dangling and swaying beneath her narrow torso.
“Say it,” I grunt. “Say it, loud and clear.”
The brunette’s eyes are squeezed shut, but they open then, wide and giving.
“Yes,” she pants once more. “Yes, I need you. All of you.”
And moving in unison, we do it then. We plug all three of her holes with our cocks. Tyler slithers beneath that female form, seizing her mouth in a kiss while squeezing those giant tits. Then he fucks his cock upwards into her cunt so she’s riding him, spreading those sweet folds.
“Ahhh!” the female cries out. “Oh oh!”
But the squeals are muffled because at the same time, Kane’s pushing his fuckpole between that pink pout. So all that comes out is a helpless, “Mmmph, mmmph!” as the girl’s stuffed twice.
And shit, but there’s my job as well. Lining up behind that big white butt, I tease her asshole for a bit with the tip of my glans. Damn, my dick’s so wet already, the pre-cum running in a river from my hole. But it’s necessary, damn necessary, given what I’m about to do.
“Stay still honey,” I growl. “Stay still while I push in.”
With two holes fucked already, Katie can do nothing but quiver as I pry her anus open with my cock. Oh yeah, it’s real tough this time, Tyler’s already in her vag, taking up some of the space. But I won’t give up, this girl is the answer to our dreams, and she can accommodate us all.
So grinding my hips a bit, I increase the pressure, and that anus opens with an audible pop, her sphincter giving way. Aw, shit yeah. My pole slides into her butt on one smooth stroke, balls quivering as they bounce off Tyler’s mansacks below.
“Shit, baby girl,” I grunt. “You’re such a butt slut. Took it in one stroke this time, like a real whore. You like that, sweetheart? You like fat cocks in all your holes?”
But how can the sweet girl reply? She’s stuffed full every which way and all that escapes is a plaintive whimper as her body trembles lusciously.
“Mmmph, mmmph!” comes the cry, torso shivering as her pussy and ass spasm on their own. “Mmmph!” she squeals, cheeks hollowing as she vacuums Kane’s dick into her mouth.
And we begin riding her in earnest. Tyler and I start up a syncopated rhythm down below. He goes in, I slide out, and then the other way around, so that there’s always dick in one of her holes. It’s dirty, I can feel his pole sliding against mine through Katie’s thin vaginal wall, the friction so fucking nasty.
Meanwhile, Kane’s fucking her mouth like a champ. I glance up for a moment and see his python edging its way down that sweet throat, the tip moving visibly downwards, choking the girl a bit.
“Ease up,” I gasp while humping her butt furiously. “She’s got too much goin’ on, it’s goin’ too fast.”
But Kane refuses, putting one big hand on the girl’s jaw.
“Open,” he croons like a man talking to a baby. “Open wide, concentrate on the fucking that’s going on below and your throat will relax on its own.”
His words do the trick because Katie’s pussy squirts hard then, wetness gushing over my balls. But at the same time, her mouth opens wider and Kane’s fuckpole creeps even deeper down that swan-like neck. I can literally see the tip of his dick moving downwards and it’s so disgusting yet amazing at once.
“Fuck yeah,” grunts Tyler beneath me. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
Because the experience is incredible. How many girls can really do this? How many females who were recently virgins can handle three monster cocks attached to three demanding, possessive men? Just Katie. And even though we’ve only been fucking this sweet body for a matter of minutes, my balls go high and tight, ready to shoot.
What the fuck? This never happens. Usually it’s the opposite. I can pound a girl for hours without spurting, it takes a lot to bring me to the edge.
But with Katie, everything’s different. The old rules? Out the window like they never existed. A previous way of life? All gone, total history. Because yeah, I’m about to blast like a fifteen year-old adolescent living a wet dream. And like a firehose gone crazy, it happens with no warning.
“Aw shit,” I grunt. “Aw shit, aw shit!”
Semen jets out then, flooding the sweet girl’s rectum with bubbly white. Again and again, my dick jerks, unloading a hot deposit that’s all for her. Simultaneously, Tyler’s hips go crazy, the pounding relentless.
“FUCK!” he roars. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And I literally feel it through the brunette’s thin vaginal wall. His cock twitches and spasms in her puss before jetting hot streams of white up that sweet canal, painting those channels with his special brand of baby batter. The nastiness drives me to new heights, setting off another round of sprays, the girl fully drenched in male cum both ways.
“Mmmph!” Katie screams, pussy and ass milking us spasmodically. “Mmmph, mmph!”
But Kane isn’t gonna miss out on the fun either. Grabbing the brunette’s curls, he holds her head tight while those hips go crazy, pounding her mouth like a piston.
“Fuck,” comes a grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And with that Kane erupts as well, lash after lash of hot goodness spurting into the girl’s throat, a choking, sputtering sound accompanying the powerful blasts.
But Katie’s a champ. This sweet thing was made for taking three men and after an initial struggle, she swallows like a pro, gulping like a madwoman. At the same time, her pussy and ass give it up, shuddering around us, breasts swaying to and fro as that curvy female form finds its own ecstasy, soaring over the edge doing what it was made to do.
Pleasuring men.
Making us come.
Making us blast like cannons, milking our balls dry.
Because Katie’s perfect. Not many women can take three men simultaneously. A lot of ladies would buck and cry, saying, “No, no, I can’t!”
But not our brunette. From the very beginning, she’s been open-minded and willing, giving her virginity to us, letting us explore every soft curve and crevice of that precious body.
And as our relationship deepened, so has her understanding of men. Because willingly, wantonly, she shows herself to us now, offering up everything, body, mind and soul.
And we take, absolutely. We want this sweet filly, everything she has to give. But what happens next? We’ve got a plane to catch, business to run up north. Is she gonna be happy as our plaything? We’ll come back to Knox every now and then. But is that enough for the sweet girl?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Katie
Last night was magical with the guys. The way we talked and shared over dinner. I neve
r knew they had difficult pasts, working their way up the corporate ladder. For some reason, they gave the illusion that success was simple and straightforward, almost like magic.
But that’s not true because Mason, Kane and Tyler work. They’re powerful billionaires, and they didn’t get this way without putting their nose to the grindstone. So I could feel myself spiraling, throwing myself off the cliff, like I was headed into rainbow-colored abyss where only good things happen.
Because I’ve fallen for the billionaires big time. Who wouldn’t? They’re powerful, assertive, with razor-sharp minds. Not to mention devastatingly sexy with the bodies of gods. And after the amazing dinner, we had a session right there on the living room rug. Holy smokes, but when you mix sex and love, the physical just gets better.
Because it was mind-blowing.
Fantastical.
Beyond my wildest expectations.
And as a result, I’ve given myself to three men. Completely and truly, I’m lost now, diving in free fall, and it’s the best thing ever. Whatever they want, I’ll do. I’ll transform myself into a doll for them. I’ll let them use me for their pleasure. I’ll let them take my body, releasing again and again.
But it’s more than that. Because all that doll stuff is dumb. Mason, Kane and Tyler want me to be me. Can you believe it? They want me, Katie Evans, to be my true self, the best version of me.
Because once we finished on the rug, I sat up, dazed, virile sperm trailing from three separate places.
“Umm,” I moaned, head still spinning. “Ummm.”
I couldn’t manage much more than that, completely overwhelmed. But the billionaires were on it. Kane grabbed a towel from the bathroom and immediately began sponging gently between my legs. Mason kissed me, lapping the spunk from my lips, and Tyler swiped a hotel bathrobe, wrapping my form in clean, terrycloth comfort.
“Oh,” I murmured, shaking my head. “This is better than the best spa treatment.”
“You got it, sweet thing,” growled Mason, licking his lips. “But we’ve got more coming. Being with us is a thousand times better than any massage or mani-pedi.”
I flushed immediately.
“Of course,” was my gentle sigh. “Of course, because I get to have you in me. That doesn’t happen during a massage.”
The men’s eyebrows raised.
“I hope not,” growled Tyler. “Otherwise, damn! I’ve been going to the wrong places.”
And I laughed out loud then, loving their senses of humor. But Kane finished cleaning between my legs and blew a kiss down there before pressing my thighs together.
“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head. “We’re better than any spa because we want what’s best for you. Those places a way to let go and relax, but we want to take you to a higher plane.”
I nodded again.
“Of course,” was my soft reply. “I love being with you, you make me feel so good.”
“Physically yes,” growled Tyler. “But there’s more to it. We want you to quit your job honey, and start that non-profit you’ve always dreamed of.”
What?
My mouth opened, and then snapped shut.
They couldn’t mean it.
How?
Why?
I shook my head then.
“I don’t know what you mean,” came my soft murmur. “Because there’s no way it can happen. Knox is a middle-income town, and we don’t have enough donors for seed money. Even if I emptied my bank account,” I said, flushing and looking down. “It’s nowhere near enough. I would, but we wouldn’t be able to survive, not in the long term.”
But this is where having billionaires on your side makes a difference. Because the alphas’ eyes gleamed, the blue so startling that my breath caught.
“Honey, we’ve got it all set up for you,” Mason growled. “The bankers, the accountants, the lawyers, you’re gonna meet with them Monday to get this show on the road. We’re gonna help you start your own non-profit, doing good for kids in Knox.”
I gasped.
“Bu- but why?” was my stammer. “I mean, it’s for low-income children, yes, but why are you pulling out all the stops? There are so many worthy causes, what makes my idea stand out? Not that the children of Knox don’t deserve it,” I added hastily. “We appreciate your generosity so much. This is just out of the blue,” I managed in an emotional tone.
And to my horror, tears began rising, my eyes growing damp.
“Thank you,” I said again, looking down at my hands. “Thank you so much.”
The men surrounded me immediately, on their knees as I sat on the couch, forming a circle that was warm yet powerful at once. I could face anything with them at my side.
“Baby, don’t you know why?” Tyler rumbled deep in his chest, blue eyes searching my face. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“There’s a reason why we’re still here in Knox,” added Kane, his gaze penetrating, searing my skin. “We could have bounced a week ago, packed up and left.”
Mason nodded as well.
“It’s because we adore you, baby girl. You’ve shown us that there’s so much more than making money and ruling the world. There’s happiness in the details, peace and harmony in small-town living. So we’re making a commitment to this tiny town. Knox is getting its first non-profit serving low-income children, and you’re going to be its Executive Director.”
My heart overflowed then. Really? There could be nothing better, absolutely nothing in the world.
“Thank you,” I cried out, clasping their hands in mine, pressing my lips to theirs. “Thank you, thank you.”
And the males growled, immediately aroused as the vee to my robe dropped open, revealing swells of cream within.
“Thank us another way, sweetheart,” rumbled Mason, dick already twitching once more, beginning to harden. “There are some creative ways you can thank us.”
I giggled then, the hot play resuming once more. And it was so good, wildly dirty and yet deeply satisfying all the same.
So yes, that’s how I came to have my own non-profit organization in Knox. It’s not going to be big, it’s not going to change the world. But I hope it makes difference in the lives of a few children at least. If it does, then I’ll consider my work done.
But in the meantime, I was here to chitchat with Elaine. So much had happened recently that we hadn’t had a chance to catch up in a long time, and my best friend was dying for deets.
Standing on her doorstep, I took a deep breath. Could I reveal what I was up to? How to share the truth, when it was admittedly shocking? After all, I was in love with three men, giving my all to three powerful alpha billionaires. Knowing Elaine’s judgy nature, it was a little nerve-wracking to say the least.
Ringing the bell, I shifted my weight from foot to foot, butterflies making me nauseous inside.
Stop! the voice in my head scolded. She’s your best friend, it’s going to be fine.
And Elaine opened the door just as I pasted a smile on my face.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she smiled warmly while embracing me.
“It’s good to see you too,” I managed in a reasonably confident tone.
But Elaine is still Elaine because as we walked into the living room, I gasped at the chaos and destruction. Her closet had exploded with the contents landing everywhere. Bathing suits, dresses, sandals and lingerie littered the couch, coffee table and floor. Just about every square inch of space was covered, not an inch of carpet peeking through.
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” I gasped. “Are you guys okay? Did a hurricane come by?”
My hand reached out to pick up a random article of clothing, dangling it with quizzical eyes. We both shared a laugh as she grabbed her dress out of my fist.
“I’m trying to pack for my honeymoon, silly. Bobby and I leave for Tahiti the day after tomorrow and I’m having a horrible time deciding what to take.” She plopped down on the floor where her suitcase lay open, but empty. “But now that
you’re here, you can help me decide,” she said cheerily, holding up a tiny bikini top. “What do you think?”
I sat down near her on the floor with my legs tucked.
“What do you mean, what should you take? It’s your honeymoon Elaine, do you really plan on wearing clothes?” was my jest. My hand grabbed a silk teddy and folded it. Unable to stop her laughter, she playfully slapped me with the t-shirt in her hand.
“Look at you, Little Miss Modest! Talking like you know!”
A blush spread hotly over my face then, toes curling. Because Elaine thought I was still a virgin, it was one of her favorite subjects. She thought I’d never been touched, reading about dreamy romances through books.
And my friend kept going with no idea of the changed circumstances.
“Since when would you know anything about being naked with a man for a whole week?” she jived.
Thankfully, I was able to shield my nervous embarrassment by pretending to dig through some random clothes.
“I’m just saying, it’s your honeymoon. Most people spend the whole time in their hotel rooms,” was my mumble.
Elaine shot me another weird look and I quickly added, “Or so I’ve heard.”
Neither of us said anything for a moment as the blonde stared at me oddly. My hand suddenly found something interesting in the carpet and I looked down, fidgeting. But the moment passed, and Elaine hauled a pile of clothes into her lap, busy sorting before speaking again.
“So, where have you been? I haven’t seen you for a while.”
Her eyes were studiously careless, flipping clothes right and left.
“I …” But before being able to say where I’d been or who I’d been spending time with, the woman interrupted again.
“Ooh, I almost forgot to tell you, Bernard called asking about you. You remember Bernard? Bobby’s co-worker from City Hall. A tire around his midsection, but it’s just a small tire, not a big one. He’s a press secretary for some higher-up, one of those up-and-coming political types. Do you want me to …?”
But the minute she said Bernard’s name I knew I couldn’t let her finish that sentence.
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