The first person she saw when she walked through the door was Andrew. He was naked save for a pair of short black shorts. Dani froze like a deer in the headlights, unable to do anything but stand and stare at the man’s sculpted torso. Her eyes lingered on his perfect six-pack, punctuated by the three healed over gunshot wounds. The badges of a past he never discussed, but haunted his eyes.
In a matter of heartbeats he had closed the distance between them. Dani’s eyes flickered up to Andrew’s face. A look of burning lust was stamped across his broad handsome features. A jolt of fear went through her and she backed away. Andrew kept coming forward, and she opened her mouth to speak.
Before she could say anything however, he crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was rough and brutal. Dani tried to pull away but he wrapped his big arms round her petite body, holding her fast. His tongue eased deeper into her mouth, and she surrendered in to the kiss. She pressed against his firm body, drinking in his musky scent. His large hands caressed her back, before grabbing at her wet t-shirt. She shuddered as he ripped apart the flimsy fabric. It clung to her front, and Andrew clawed at her bra strap. Her cunt moistened even more as he stripped her, and she grinded against the thick bulge straining against his shorts.
She was so lost in Andrew that she almost jumped out her skin when she felt another pair of hands scrabbling to pull off her shorts. Andrew still held her in the kiss, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Joshua’s lean dark body. His face was a mask of lust as he yanked down her shorts. Without missing a beat, his fingers caressed the wet crotch of her panties.
A part of Dani’s mind not given over to desire whirled at the implications of what was happening. Both of them wanted her, at the same time. The idea excited and frightened her. Though she had fantasised about it, she had never thought she would have a threesome for real, or with the two guys she desired the most.
She heard the front door slam shut. Joshua must have kicked it closed with his foot. He was still stroking her cunt through the panties, his fingers eager and insistent. Cool air wafted round her crotch when he finally pulled them down. Her back arced as he caressed her shaven slit.
Outside, she was dimly aware of the storm still raging. The rain hammered a steady tattoo against the window. Andrew, still locking his mouth against her, pulled off her bra. Her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Without her realising it, the boys pushed her down on to the floor. She lay naked against the hard wooden surface. Breaking off the kiss, and still without speaking, Andrew clutched roughly at her breasts. She let out a little yelp, enjoying the pain.
Joshua grabbed a fistful of her wet hair, and yanked back her head. He had pulled his shorts down and was kneeling next to her. His thick cock, wet with pre-cum, was ramrod straight. His hand clutched the side of her face and she turned, lips parting. Joshua made a low guttural sound as he forced his dick into her mouth.
She gagged on the meat, taking it down to the root. Joshua sighed and his grip on her hair tightened. He thrust into her, and she sucked him hard, eager to make him happy. While this was going on Andrew shoved his face between her legs, his tongue playing with her labia. She tensed as he opened her, and without preamble he devoured her swollen clit.
Dani closed her eyes, the intensity of pleasure and pain clashing inside her. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. It was utterly insane, Joshua’s dick filling her mouth and Andrew eating out her cunt. More than anything now she wanted both of them inside her, wanted them fucking her hard. She had enjoyed enough rough sex with Jean-Baptiste to know this was what she really, truly desired.
As if reading her thoughts, Andrew lifted his head. His one hand moved around to play with her tight butt. She pulled her mouth away from Joshua’s cock and moaned as Andrew thrust a finger deep into her ass. Joshua gave her a savage grin, and forced her to start sucking him again. She readily obliged, bracing herself against and reveling in the pain Andrew was inflicting on her.
A few moments later, she smelt the sharp tang of condom lube. Cold sticky fluid oozed into her butt as Andrew greased her up. While she kept sucking, Joshua was busy fingering her cunt. She was sure he was making her ready for him. Abruptly, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, and Andrew maneuvered himself beneath her. She pressed against the big man’s hard, sweat covered flesh. He jostled her as he started putting a condom onto his fat dick.
Joshua’s eyes were open wounds of hunger as he put his own condom on. Dani opened her legs wider, inviting him to take her. She knew without asking that they were going to fuck her at the same time. Double penetration was something she had never tried before. It would hurt like hell, she was sure of that, but she was so hot she didn’t really care any more. All that mattered was how they were going to do it to her. Andrew could take her in the butt, but she definitely wanted Joshua in her cunt.
Seeming to know how she wanted it, the boys obliged. Andrew went inside her first, and Dani bucked and moaned as he rammed his thick meat in to her tight asshole. Her lithe body trembled as it tried to take all of Andrew inside her. Then, Joshua was clambering on top of her. He shoved himself roughly into her cunt, making her cry out. He pressed his face against hers’, his long hair teasing her skin, and pressed his lips hard against her mouth.
Then, as one, her boys fucked her. Their brutal thrusts made her scream. The amulet flared with untrammeled power, heightening the intensity of what was being done to her. Very quickly, the sweet release of orgasm rushed through her, and she transcended above the heat and pain. Through her state of bliss, she heard Joshua’s moans grow louder and his whole body tensed as he emptied his load. Beneath her, Andrew was pounding harder, using her without abandon, until a low grunt marked the coming of his orgasm.
They collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor. So rough and brutal during sex, Joshua and Andrew now became as gentle as kittens. They hugged and nuzzled her, and she reveled in their protective warmth. Joshua stroked her sleek hair and whispered in her ear; “I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner.”
“Well, now we have we can make up for lost time,” she replied, a mischievous edge to her voice.
Andrew’ big hand moved round and squeezed her breast. She felt his dick hardening again against her thigh. “Fuck right, and we’re starting right now.”
Thunder boomed outside and the rain poured down harder than ever as she let him scoop her up in his arms and carry her to bed.
Quite a Surprise
Cosette lit up a cigarette, and idly watched Gage getting a blowjob. He was leaning against a tree, shorts down, while the pretty blonde from the campsite sucked hard at his meat. He looked up at the verge and spotted her standing in the undergrowth. A cocky grin spread across his tanned face, and grabbing a handful of the blonde girl’s hair, he pushed her head further down in to his crotch.
Cosette heard the girl make a gagging noise, but the little slut didn’t pull away. Like all the other girls at the nearby campsite, the blonde was smitten by Gage’s boyish looks and lounge lizard charm. She let out a little snort of derision. The woman couldn’t believe that she had once been that young and stupid.
Still looking up at Cosette, Gage began to moan loudly, putting on a performance for his unseen audience. Despite herself, she felt a low simmer of arousal. Her nipples grew harder, and keeping eye contact with Gage, she began to slowly fondle her pert breasts beneath the flimsy blouse she was wearing.
Gage ran his tongue suggestively along his alpine white teeth, and pulled his cock free from the blonde girl’s mouth. Pushing her brusquely to the ground, he stood over her and started pumping hard at his thick meat. The girl slipped her hand in to her bikini bottoms and fingered herself as Gage jerked off. He let out a sharp gasp, and climaxed heavily. Gobs of thick cum splayed across the girl’s bare skin above her bikini top. She let out a throaty moan as it seemed she too had reached orgasm.
Cosette watched them both in cold amusement, before slipping behind a nearby tree to avoid being seen. She listened for a
little longer as Gage subtly gave the blonde the brush off. His well-practiced lies oozed like honey off his tongue, and the dumb whore who’d let him cum on her, had not the faintest idea she was even being dismissed. Something close to pride warmed what might have passed for her heart. She had taught her boy well.
Losing the earlier spark of lust, Cosette moved off from her hiding place, and took the trail that led out of the woods. Fifteen minutes later Gage caught up with her, loping along on his strong, lean legs. The arrogance of youth clung to him like wood smoke.
“Hello my love, out for a little stroll are we?” he drawled, in his rich velvet voice. Though he was only nineteen, he spoke and carried himself with the confidence of a man twice his age.
“We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile,” she said, her voice low and husky. She had lit up another cigarette, and blue smoke curled sinuously up in to the air. “Low profile my dear, unless you failed the grasp the concept, means not going round fucking every imbecilic air-head in the area.”
He smirked and ran a hand through his curly blonde hair. “What’s wrong? Not jealous I trust, my love?” He squeezed her firm behind. “Oh boss lady, what tight buns you have.”
She closed her eyes, and let him fondle her buttocks, rippling with pleasure at his touch. Gage’s breathing grew quicker, and he tried to force his fingers into her tight white shorts, to touch the smooth skin underneath. She took another long drag of her cigarette. “You’re a very naughty boy, Gage.”
“You know you love it dear. Beside I didn’t fuck that little girl, though she begged me to.”
“You fucked the other one,” Cosette said. “Her friend, the brunette. Over in the boathouse, when you tried to sneak away from me. Filthy whore, I don’t know how she could let you do her from behind.”
“You should open yourself to new experiences my sweet,” Gage replied. He had worked his middle finger in to the gap between her flesh and the top of her shorts. Her body purred as he stroked the tight crack of her ass. “Remember, a man likes variety or he soon gets bored, even with someone like you.”
Cosette opened her eyes, and met his sultry gaze. He was wearing just black shorts and flip-flops, and she enjoyed the view of his lean smooth chest, dark bronze and taut with muscle. Giving him a wide smile, she leaned forward and pressed the tip of her burning cigarette into the unblemished skin beneath his left nipple. Gage yelped and jumped back like a scolded cat. The smug look on his face vanished, replaced by a black scowl of fury. “Bitch!” he spat.
“Do not presume to lecture me on how to satisfy a man, Gage,” she said, in an imperious tone. “You’re barely one yourself. And don’t pout my love. It makes you look like a spoiled brat.”
He moved back to her cautiously, rubbing at the spot where she had burned him. “My, my, dear, you are very crabby today. You need to lighten up a little, I think.” he replied, pouring saccharine in to his voice again.
“And you need to learn to follow instructions,” she said. “No more visits to your little fillies at the campsite. You will remain at the lake house until Monsieur Chastain arrives. Is that understood? In case you forgot we are supposed to be working.”
For a moment Gage gritted his teeth, and seemed to be about to argue with her. But a moment later, a placid expression of subservience washed over his face. He stood a little straighter, and bowed formally. “Of course Cosette, whatever you say.”
She nodded her head, showing him equal formality. “That’s better.”
The look of contrition vanished, and he smiled wolfishly. A shudder ran through her, and her cunt began to moisten pleasantly. He extended his hand, seeming to want her cigarette. She passed it to him, and still with the wolf smile on his face, Gage slowly pressed the burning tip back in to the patch of raw skin under his nipple. His grin widened as he eventually stubbed out the cigarette on to his bare flesh.
Cosette watched the display without saying a word. Then, when he was done, she turned and carried on walking along the trail. Like an obedient puppy, Gage started following her back to the lake house.
*
Evening descended on Lake Onyx, dappling the dark waters with soft cerise light. Cosette stood naked in the window of her bedroom, looking out at the picturesque view. The lake was a placid disc stretching out beneath her, surrounded on all sides by dark virgin forest. Nestled on the opposite shore to the lake house, she could just make out the cabins of the summer camp that caused her so much irritation. The ancient woods towered over the camp, and beyond them, the dark hulks of the Pyrenees squatted like fearsome guardians.
She lingered on the sight of the mountains, losing herself in the grandeur of the landscape. The clock on the bedside table chimed six, and she reluctantly returned to the real world. Padding over to the bed, she inspected the dress that lay there, and turned to gaze at her slender form in the full length mirror standing in the corner of the room.
Although she was nearly twenty years older than Gage, she still retained the gymnast’s body of her teenage years. Long, voluptuous legs ran up to a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair and further up, beyond the taut abdomen, the swell of her full firm breasts rounded off her figure perfectly. Her looks, also, were as delectable as her body. Raven black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing an elegant, aristocratic face. Red lipstick attenuated her full lips, and emerald bright eyes, glittering with seductive intelligence, looked out above cut-glass cheekbones.
She admired herself, pleased with her appearance. No man she wanted was able to resist her. Not even Gage, though he’d like to think otherwise. He could strut and swagger, and screw as many pretty little whores as he liked, but ultimately, he could always come back to her. He was her pet. She had trained him far too well for him to even be able to contemplate a life without her in it. From the day he'd arrived at her office for his interview she knew he was the one.
Slipping on a pair of black panties and matching bra from the clothes drawer, she put on the pale blue summer dress and sandals last, and went back to the window. Chastain would be here soon. It had been so ridiculously easy to lure him out here, that she almost felt sorry for him. The dirty old man had fallen hook, line and sinker in to the little honey trap she had prepared. A deep, almost orgasmic feeling of power swept over her. Men were so pitifully weak.
When she was finished getting ready, Cosette headed down to the ground floor of the lake house. The spacious, three story dwelling, was an elegant structure of stone and glass built by Adolphe, her late husband. He had wanted something more rustic, a picturesque little cottage overlooking the lake. But instead, the lake house had been designed to her exact specifications. She demanded something distinctive and striking; a modernist masterpiece that stood out defiantly against the untamed wilderness. It was a reflection of her personality, bold and uncompromising. Adolphe had resisted at first, but Cosette had eventually got her way. She always got her way.
Gage was setting the dining table when she joined him. The cloying heat of the day had given way to a bitter evening chill, so Gage had changed into a white polo neck sweater and dark jeans. He looked positively good enough to eat, which was the general idea.
“My dear, you look utterly radiant,” he said, his eyes sparkling with malicious glee. “Monsieur Chastain will be quite swept away.”
She smirked, and inspected the table, making sure it met her high standards. “Just remember the plan.”
Gage gave her a look of mock indignation. “You can rely on me, my sweet, you know that.”
“I don’t rely on any one my dear,” she said sweetly. “Not even you. That’s how I’ve managed to survive for so long.”
“You wound me, love. Truly.”
The shrill ring of the doorbell ended the banter. Gage, looking like an excited school boy, bounded across the room. “The show begins.”
She watched him go, wondering if he was genuinely unhinged. There was only so much the feeble male mind could take, and it would be inconvenient if Gage started to beco
me unreliable. Perhaps in the next couple of months she should start scouting round for a replacement.
The sound of voices from the hall brought her thoughts back to the present. Putting on her glossiest hostess smile she stepped forward as Gage returned with Chastain in tow. “Monsieur Chastain,” she purred, “I am so pleased you could visit us.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Madame Courtemanche,” Chastain croaked. “You have a very beautiful house here.” She ignored the heat of his stale breath as they kissed.
“Thank you Monsieur, it is my late husband’s very own design.” Cosette gestured to the black leather sofas in the center of the room. “Please, take a seat.”
“Let me get you a drink Sir,” Gage said, pasting an eager-to-please expression on his face. “We have an excellent Chateau Metriux.” He headed over to the drinks cabinet, making sure he squeezed the older man’s arm as he moved away.
She did not fail to miss the hungry look Chastain gave Gage as he sauntered away. Good boy, she thought to herself, I think I might have overreacted, my darling. You’ll do for another couple of years yet.
The dinner went well. One of Cosette’s better qualities was that she was an excellent cook. Before she had married Adolphe, she had waited hand and foot on her pig of a father. After her mother died, she had had to learn to cook and clean and do everything else around their decrepit farmhouse. Her father barely noticed of course, he was too busy drinking himself to death. In the occasional instances when he did acknowledge her existence, it was to rant at her or more often, to beat her senseless.
Chastain reminded Cosette of her father, arrogant and overbearing. She would enjoy breaking him.
“More wine?” she said casually, topping up his glass before he could say no.
“Really Cosette, I shouldn’t,” Chastain said, making no move to stop her. He took a liberally swig from the glass when she had poured. He had stuffed himself on the meal she had prepared, and she was pretty sure he was now quite tipsy. “I really should be leaving you know.”
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