by Rebecca Foxx
I bounced atop him, grinding myself into him until he was moaning and groaning in joy from the sensation. It had gotten him hard quickly and I could feel his body engorging itself further. Soon his boner was in full effect and I knew I wanted it to be inside of me.
"I want you inside of me," I told him.
"You do?"
I said, "So badly."
Jakob said, "Let me get inside of you."
"I'll have you inside of me."
"I want so badly to feel inside of your pussy," he said.
"I want you to," I replied.
Jakob said, "You feel so hot and warm already. I bet inside of you is even warmer."
I said, "Warm because it's ready for you."
I pushed my underwear aside, turning to glance at John and make sure he was watching my bare pussy, able to see all of the lips with my butt just above it. He was looking from behind me and could see everything. I then glanced back at Jakob, who was looking hot and fierce. He had such a gorgeous face that it caught my breath for a moment.
I then looked at my lips and where his dick was and had the two meet. I pushed my body down on top of him and felt the pressure of his dick on the inside of my vagina as it entered. It was unlike anything I was used to, like a whole different kind of dick was entering me. It felt powerful and strong, too, like John's.
"You are so warm," he said.
"Like I said," I told him as I pushed down on him even further, getting him all of the way inside of me, "I'm ready for you."
I bounced up and down on him while watching his face. It was enough to get off on, just looking at him. And I did while I rode him. He was chiseled and strong-looking, with a turned up nose and genuinely beautiful eyes.
"I love seeing you have sex with someone else," John said in my ear. He nibbled on it as he got onto the bed and then licked my neck and pulled my hair aside to kiss it further. Jakob reached up and grabbed one of my tits, jiggling it in his hand and watching it shake as he did. He pushed his hand up and down on it as John moved his hands along my back and down my sides. John kissed my shoulders and Jakob moved his other hand to my other breast and squeezed them both.
Jakob began to pulse into me harder and I stopped moving to take his dick while he did. John continued to kiss me up and down, then moved on to kiss my lips. I took his tongue into my mouth and turned my head towards him, kissing him fully. It was unreal and magical to have both feelings at once. We continued on like that for a few moments until John and I stopped kissing. Soon we were changing positions and Jakob was behind me, putting his dick into my vagina as I put my mouth around John's dick. I licked his shaft and put my mouth around it and bobbed my head so that the head of his dick was going all the way to the back of my throat. Then I would take my head off of it almost fully and then go all the way down on it again and again. I kept giving him a blow job while Jakob pounded into me from behind. He was pushing his dick further and further into me while I took both dicks.
We kept at that for several minutes and enjoyed every minute of it. It was stellar and unlike anything else I had ever done. Then John took his dick out of me and walked above me to put his dick up to Jakob's mouth. I watched as Jakob mouthed his dick and put it inside of him. He started giving him a blow job, too. He took the dick in and bobbed up and down on it while pumping into me gently.
I watched Jakob give my husband a blow job while putting his dick inside of my pussy made me hornier than ever. I pushed my butt against Jakob's groin and ground into him that way as he sucked off John.
They continued to do that as I mostly worked my butt onto Jakob's body. I then turned around, detaching my body from his, and turned around to look at them fully. I watched as John stood on the bed and Jakob was on his knees, sucking him off. I started to masturbate and did to the scene before Jakob detached his lips and stood, then started kissing John. I continued to rub myself while watching them until they stopped, looked at one another, and smiled. That is when John bent down and Jakob laid back down, stroking his dick.
John came to me and approached, putting his dick against my face as he did. Jakob's spit ran across my cheeks as he did. He held his dick in his hands and slapped it gently across my face, then moved his entire body to be able to put his dick into my hole. He was atop me and held his dick in his hands. He twirled it across my lips, side to side, then up and down against them.
He pushed it a little bit into the lips, then brought it back out before putting it against my lips again. Then he yanked my knees from where they had been on the bed and pushed himself in with his groin. He was pushing and pulling on my knees, getting further in because of it. He went in and out of me, splaying open my legs as he did.
I felt my vagina being exited and entered at rapid speeds and was getting off, orgasming intensely. My head was thrown back and my eyes were shut as I softly moaned and squealed out.
They were crazy, the feelings I was getting from his dick. It was entering into a place just right that it felt amazing.
"You're hitting the right spot," I told him.
"Uh huh?"
"Just the right spot, right there. I love it."
"I love it, too."
I said, "You love having sex with me?"
"I love having sex with you." We held hands and I looked into his eyes while he came into me. I could feel it like there was a pulse of something entering me.
"Now let Jakob have me," I said.
John kissed me and moved off the bed, going to get a towel. Jakob had been jacking off at the foot of the bed and moved towards me, now. I lay on my side and he entered me from behind, easing in gently then sliding out, only to slide back in. He did that repeatedly and it felt amazing to have him inside of me like that. I was getting off over and over as he pumped in and out of me.
"Thanks for having sex with the both of us," I said.
"Oh, are you kidding me? Thank you, I love this."
"Good, because I want to keep being able to have sex with the two of you."
"I don't see any problem with that," he said, bending down to kiss me. I kissed him back, then he lifted his head up and spent immense strength to focus his energy on pumping in and out of me.
It felt wonderful and after a few minutes, I began to orgasm again. It lasted a long time while he pumped into me and I made small, rhythmic motions towards and away from him with my hips. It was unreal and I imagined all sorts of vivid fever dream like orgasm dreams. It was surreal and I couldn't believe it for myself.
I orgasmed for several moments before I started to making moaning noises that to me sounded agonized with joy. I couldn't control the way I whimpered and gasped. He was obviously getting off on the noises and groaned out. He opened his mouth, breathing heavily while he looked at me. I looked back at him, smiling and pleased.
"I love having you like this," I said.
"I love it, too," he said.
I told him, "Your big dick is all the way inside me, filling me up so that there's no space left. All there is your dick against the walls of my vagina, all of the way on them."
"All of the way?"
"Uh huh," I said.
"I can feel all of the way inside of you," he said.
I asked, "Can you?"
"It feels amazing," he told me.
"Amazing, huh?"
"Oh yeah," he said.
"It feels amazing for me, too," I said.
He continued to pump into me and I felt the hot surge of adrenaline from his body pushing into mine. It spread throughout my body and was unreal. It felt, like he had said, amazing.
I wanted more and more of it. There was no amount of it I would be happy with.
"I could do this for hours," I told him.
"I would like that," he said. "But, I think I could cum."
"You do?"
"I do," he said.
"Do it inside of me. I like to have the most cum inside of me that I can."
"I want you to have as much inside of you," he said, "that you can ta
ke."
He pushed into me and I could feel the small explosion of cum push itself deep into me. It got sucked up into my body, which wanted it deeply.
"That was incredible."
"Yeah it was," he replied.
He slowly dismounted me and then leaned in and kissed me on the lips as he put his hand to either side of my head.
"I love doing this with you," I said.
"And I love doing it with you."
John got onto the bed and I could see that he had showered and was in a bathrobe, now.
"And I with you two," he said.
"Oh, John..." I said trailing off, then said, "Jakob."
"You two," Jakob said with a smile.
"Promise that we'll get to keep doing this?"
"Promise," Jakob said to me.
John said, "I promise."
THE END
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Midnight Lovers
Chapter one
Although the simple scale model that occupied his desk seemed small and basic in structure, its collection of miniature sandstone houses gleamed beautiful in the eyes of Lassiter Lange; a real estate tycoon who had made the construction of upscale mansions and elegant condominiums the center of his life’s work.
Many of the homes that Lassiter built, bought and sold just happened to reflect a certain classical style; a mix of French provincial and colonial American that expressed itself in timeless architectural accents that included sprawling balconies, corniced ceilings, turreted rooves and columned front entrances.
On command he could order the construction of an English manor house that bore a striking likeness to a set piece in a Jane Austen film; or an elegant maison that fit in well against a stunning backdrop of the River Seine.
His clients and contemporaries often praised both his corporate ingenuity and his strong sense of history; pondering as to how a man not yet out of his 20s could have such a strong command over the concept of classic architecture, especially in its purest, most historically accurate form.
“Little do they know that ‘the man not yet out of his 20s’ was not even born in the 20th century,” he pondered with a smirk, leaning back into the velvet cushioned chair that sat behind a polished cherry wood desk.
This tidy work space served as the centerpiece of an elegant, clean lined office on the top floor of Lange Homes; a multi-billion-dollar real estate empire that he had started in his own name a number of years ago.
“Most folks around here just aren’t aware as to exactly how many years ago I started this company,” he mused, adding with a shrug, “And they don’t know that many of the homes that I build and sell are exact replicas of houses that I myself have inhabited at some time during my life. Indeed, when a man’s existence tends to go on and on for countless years—600 to be exact—he tends to move around a bit. Just a habit.”
His thoughtful meditation was disrupted by the entrance of Hazel Leyman; the smart suited, salt-and-pepper-haired lady who served him well as his administrative assistant.
Hazel, he reasoned, knew just about everything about him and his company; from his daily schedule to his longtime goals, his theories and ideologies to his personal and political beliefs, his shining accomplishments to the few large scale failures that dotted his professional record.
“Hazel seems to know just about everything about me,” he reasoned, adding in silence as he greeted Hazel with a dazzling white toothed smile, “With the possible exception of two minor tidbits: 1. My favorite color is maroon. 2.
I’m an immortal vampire who has roamed the earth for more than six centuries. And all things considered, I really wish that I could somehow relate to her at least one of these two key points. I mean, the handmade brown sweaters that she gives me every blasted Christmas really are very nice. I’d simply prefer that these particular clothing articles were maroon in color.”
Aloud he greeted her, “Good morning, Hazel. What do I have planned for today?”
Meeting his greeting with a broad smile and an officious nod, Hazel flipped open the tablet computer that she’d brought with her to their daily meeting; adjusting her spectacles as she perused its screen with thoughtful narrowed eyes.
“Well you start off the day with a shareholder’s meeting, which begins in exactly 20 minutes,” she began, tone formal and exact as she checked her watch for reference. “Then you have a brainstorming session with Cal Linden, who is interested in working up some floor plans and etchings for a new housing community based around the concept of traditional American homes; upper end houses that capture the essence of suburban life in the ‘40s and ‘50s.”
“Houses with multiple levels, shuttered windows and broad front porches that encircle the whole blasted house,” Lassiter supplied, filling in the blanks as his mind started to conceptualize the neighborhood proposed.
Hazel beamed.
“Exactly,” she affirmed, adding as she pointed a manicured finger straight in his direction, “That’s why you da boss.”
Lassiter guffawed outright.
“I love your way with words, Hazel,” he told her, adding as he inclined his head curious in her direction, “So what comes after the brainstorming session? Aren’t I scheduled to attend that fund-raising luncheon at the country club today?”
Hazel shook her head.
“Nope, that’s tomorrow,” she corrected him gentle, adding as she took a cursory look at the schedule on her tablet screen, “Today you have a lunchtime interview with a reporter from Miami Life and Style magazine.”
Lassiter froze, his smile dissolving as he considered these words.
“Hazel, how many times have I told you?” he asked her, tone gentle but admonishing. “I don’t do media interviews, under any circumstances.”
Hazel sighed.
“Well it seems that, when we attended the Southeastern Builders Conference last month, I was the only one out of the two of us who stayed awake through the marketing lecture,” she asserted, tone snide.
“Did you not hear the speaker say that even the most seasoned and successful real estate professionals need to take advantage of every media and promotional opportunity available; especially with major TV and radio stations as well as publications of note? And believe me; when it comes to regional lifestyle magazines, Miami Life and Style is the tops in the field. They have more than a million subscribers and advertisers that range from upper end builders and Realtors to home buyers and investors. And it just so happens that Delilah Moore, the chief features reporter at the mag, is interested in doing a cover feature on our company and its current projects.”
Lassiter nodded.
“Well I do admit that I love her work, and the magazine as a whole,” he admitted, adding in a begrudging tone, “And with all of the competition we face in this market, we sure could use all of the publicity we could get.” He paused a moment, heaving a deep sigh as he relented, “OK then, I’ll agree to the interview; providing, of course, that Ms. Moore agrees to ask no direct questions about my personal life.”
Hazel rolled her eyes.
“Why, are you afraid that you’ll end up putting the readers to sleep? You don’t have much of a personal life about which to write,” she pointed out, adding as she made a broad gesture in the direction of her schedule screen, “Valentine’s Day is only a week away, and the only thing you have scheduled that day is a groundbreaking at a senior citizen’s home in Boca Raton. Tres sex-ay!”
Lassiter shook his head.
“As both your employer and your surrogate son, Hazel, I must say that I’m more than a bit disconcerted to hear you employ the use of the words ‘tres sex-ay,’” he revealed, cringing at the very notion as he suspected that he would never again look at Hazel in quite the same way.
Hazel sighed.
“Well as your assistant and your self-proclaimed stand in ma, seeing that you don’t seem to have any
family to speak of, I am more than a bit disconcerted that you haven’t had a date in ages,” she admitted.
Lassier shrugged.
“As you know Hazel, I’m a very busy man,” he reminded her, adding as he averted his gaze to the desk beneath him, “And as much as I do love women of all types, they seem to have trouble accepting certain things about me.”
Hazel snorted.
“What, pray tell, can’t they accept about you?” she queried, adding as she made a broad gesture down the length of his tall muscled form, “Could it be the blond, chiseled good looks that liken you to the love child of Fabio and a female Fox news anchor? Or, I’ve got it, perhaps it’s the billion-dollar bank account!” she paused here, snapping her fingers as she suggested, “Maybe it’s the two homes, the three sports cars, or the hover craft! Surefire turn offs for any gal.”
