by Alexa Riley
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante enter the bathroom, taking up residence against the wall. Dante likes to watch. It’s one of his kinks. I don’t mind watching from time to time, but I’m more of a hands-on type of guy. I can watch just as good with my cock inside Sabrina.
She jerks away, trying to go for the shower door, but I push her back against the tiled wall, caging her in. Fuck, it makes me hard looking down at her and seeing how little she is compared to me. She barely comes up to my chest now that she doesn’t have those fuck-me heels on.
“Why do you keep fighting it? You asked for this. What did you think would happen when you dressed like a slut? You get fucked like one.”
She breaks loose at my words, pushing at my chest, her nails biting into my skin. The sting of pain is welcome, knowing that when I look in the mirror I’ll see the marks she left all over my body.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want me to clean all that cum off you?” I bait her as she continues to buck and go wild. “I hate to wash it off you too, but I promise we’ll replace every drop.”
I hear Dante laugh behind me.
“Please just let me go. You’ve had your fun.” Her words are breathy from all the fighting that got her nowhere.
“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. The part where I get your ass and Dante gets your pussy. We're going to see how good you scream and fight us then.”
Pulling her under the stream of hot water, I quickly wash her body and mine. After saying the words, I know I can’t hold out much longer. I need her between us, need to fill her with every inch of us. Her curvy body will take us both so well. It’s like she was made to go between us. I can feel it in every part of me. She’ll never be free of us.
I soap her up quickly and then rinse her off even faster. The more I touch her, the harder it is to control myself.
Flipping off the shower, I grab her by the waist, throwing her over my shoulder again. I don’t even bother with drying off. I make my way back to the bedroom, Dante hot on my heels. I toss Sabrina onto the bed, and she bounces a little as she settles. I don’t give her time to react, and I’m on her before she can try to get off the bed.
My body pushes her into the mattress, my chest to her back. “Hands,” I bark at Dante, wanting him to help me get her into place.
Dante secures her hands quickly to the headboard. I know we’re both about to take her, and I want the taste of her coating my throat again as I drive into her asshole.
Slipping down her body, I grab her hips, bringing her ass up. She tries to kick me off, but three fast smacks to her lush ass stop her fighting.
Dante grabs a fistful of her hair, making her look at him as I pull her ass cheeks apart. “I’m going to watch you cum as he eats your ass. You keep fighting us like you don’t want it. You’re going to show me just how much of a lie that is. You went into that bar tonight asking for this.”
I don’t wait to hear her response. I just bury my face in her ass. I lick from her tight hole all the way to her pussy, getting my face as deep as I can into her. When I stop right before her clit, I don’t miss the slight push she gives me, trying to get me to suck her clit into my mouth.
“That’s it, ride his face, get those pussy juices all over him. You can lick them off as he fucks your ass.”
Her loud moans fill the room at Dante words, driving me on. Wanting to taste every inch of her, I eat her like I’m starved, like I haven’t had her multiple times already, like I didn’t have my face between her legs in the back alley of the bar.
I feel the base of my spine start to tighten with the need to cum, but I need her to get off before I drop my load all over the bed. I need this cum to coat her asshole so it’s nice and slick as I push my cock inside it.
“That’s it, you little slut. Squirt all over his face so we can both rape you at the same time. We’re gonna use the juices of your own cum as lube for that tight asshole you got.”
I feel her legs part further and she goes stiff, her orgasm shooting through her body, all over my face. I feel a little splash on my mouth as her body releases her cum, and I want to lick every drop of it off her. But we’re going to need it for what we’re doing next, so I pull back and resist.
9
Sabrina
My legs are so shaky from all the orgasms that have been forced from my body. I wasn’t prepared for something like this.
“Saddle up, cum slut. It’s time to ride two horses at once,” Dante says as he gets under me.
Porter lifts me up as Dante slides under my body, his cock jutting straight up. My arms are still tied to the headboard, but my legs are loose. As they get me into position, I try one last time to fight and kick out lazily.
Porter snatches my legs, and I nearly collapse from exhaustion. “Looks like the fight finally ran out. All it took was getting raped a few times. Now you get to be our prized cum bucket.”
His words are disgusting and I hate them. But what I hate even more is how they heat me up and charge my body. What is wrong with me that I like being talked to like this?
Dante presses his hard cock to the opening of my pussy and pushes in. It’s a tight fit, even though I’ve been fucked so often tonight. I’m still soaked from my orgasm and it only helps his entry.
I feel Porter at my back and he reaches between us, where Dante and I are joined, smearing my cum back to my asshole. Dante thrusts in and out as Porter uses the lube to get my ass ready for him.
I feel Porter at my ass, and I take a deep breath as I try to relax. His cock is just as big as Dante’s, and I know I’m going to be stretched to capacity. If I’m completely lax it won’t hurt, so I breathe deeply and close my eyes. I feel Dante’s hands come around to my side, rubbing my back in a soothing way, and it helps me focus on something else.
Porter pushes in, and I’m suddenly so full it’s almost painful. It’s a tight squeeze with both of them inside me; the feeling is right on the border between pain and pleasure. I hear them both moan simultaneously as they start to pump in and out of me at the same time, the two of them thrusting as one giant cock.
“Please,” I beg. It’s too much, I’m too full, and they’ve pushed me over the edge too many times. My body is merely a toy for them to fuck at this point, and all of my resistance is fading away.
Porter grabs my hair as Dante leans down to bite my nipple. I cry out from the shock of pleasure that runs through me, causing me to clamp down on both of their dicks.
Dante releases my nipple and licks between my breasts and up my neck. “Give us one more, baby. We want you to cum while your cunt and ass are being raped at the same time.”
His words are punctuated by their rhythmic thrusts and the feel of his blunt fingernails running down my back. I arch my back, giving Porter my neck, and he bites my shoulder, pushing me past the breaking point.
I pull the ropes taut on my wrist, and every muscle in my body tenses at the overload of sensations. I scream my throat raw as I cum hard and long, the two men thrusting hard into me and pumping their cum into my body. I can feel the pulse of their cocks as they each unload their warm seed into me. My own body pulses, trying to suck in as much of their cum as possible. I’ve lost all control, and I just give in to what they want.
When the orgasm finally finishes gripping my body, I collapse on top of Dante.
I don’t know if I black out, but suddenly my wrists are untied, and I feel a warm washcloth between my legs. I moan at the wonderful sensation, reveling in the comfort after such rough treatment tonight.
“I think we broke her,” Dante mumbles underneath me. I’m sprawled across his body, and I shift my body to look at him.
“I heard that.” I give him my best stink-eye, but he just laughs at me, brushing my bangs out of my face.
I feel Porter crawl onto the bed behind me, kissing up my back and petting me sweetly. I moan at the feeling, closing my eyes and laying my head down on Dante’s chest as Porter spoons me.
“I’m really gla
d Erica canceled on you tonight; this was way more fun than just going out to meet up for drinks,” Porter says to the two of us.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. It would have been nice for the three of us to see her and Mark, but after their sitter canceled, we definitely made the most of the evening.” Dante snuggles into my front, and we assume our normal sleeping position. Me in the middle and them on either side of me.
“You guys had an awful lot of this in place before they canceled. Are you sure this wasn’t your idea all along? It felt like it was planned that way.”
Neither of the guys say a word, and I just roll my eyes and smile.
“Did you have a good time tonight, baby?” Porter asks as he kisses my shoulder.
I smile because they know I did. We’ve been together long enough for them to know exactly what turns me on, no matter how dirty the fantasy. “You know I did.”
Dante laughs and kisses my forehead. “I think this might be our best Halloween yet.”
We all agree and cuddle up together, sleeping in a twisted pile of naked arms and legs. Our love is different and little crazy, but we wouldn't have it any other way.
THE END!
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Halloween Treats
Halloween Treats
by Alexa Riley
It's Halloween and we're bundling our wickedly dirty books together just for you! And BONUS... We're including a brand new shorty to get you in the spirit!
Raven Treat is an elementary school teacher with a secret crush on the uncle of a student. She's been lusting from afar, but little does she know he's been taking steps to make her his.
Jack Bates has been obsessed with Raven since the second he saw her. The Halloween school dance is his opening to make her his and make sure she never gets away.
Warning: Their story is fast, hot, and sugary sweet! Grab some candy corn and throw it in the trash... Then get some chocolate and snuggle up with this adorable read!
Bundle includes: Buy Me 3, Riding Red, Taking What's Wicked and Halloween Treats
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Dedicated to those of us who LOVE Halloween. Because dressing up is fun… but we’re really here for the candy.
1
Raven
“Miss Treat?”
I look up from the stack of papers I’m grading to see Scott Grayson standing in front of my desk. His sandy blond hair is a mess, and a smudge of dirt is on his cheek. He clearly had a good time during the extra recess the class has earned today. His bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief, and I know what’s coming.
“Everything okay, Scott?” I glance over at the clock and see I still have a few minutes until the class has to come back to collect their things at the end of the day.
“My uncle Jack was asking about you again.”
My cheeks warm as a smile spreads across Scott’s face. I have to give it to the guy, he’s relentless. Maybe a little bit of a romantic at heart. I didn’t know third graders played matchmaker, but apparently this one does. Whenever Scott has a moment to talk to me, it’s always about his uncle Jack and just how wonderful he is.
I have to stop myself from asking how his uncle is, because I’m sure he’ll run and tell him anything I might say. Then again, who knows what he’s telling him. For all I know, he didn’t ask about me at all and Scott is making this up all on his own. I’m not sure I want to know what he’s telling his uncle about me.
“Did you have fun during the extra recess?” I try to change the subject because I don’t want to think about how my heart does a little flutter every time Scott brings up his uncle. Or how I feel a little weak in the knees when he sometimes shows up to pick him up from school. It makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. In all kinds of places. It’s how I always feel when his eyes are on me.
I don’t understand why he watches me, though. Jack is one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s been the topic of conversation at more than one staff lunch here at Hartwood Elementary. I know more about him than I probably should at this point as all the female teachers here can’t seem to stop talking about him. Even a few male teachers, too.
I know that at the age of thirty, he’s a well-respected architect in the city. He was recently named one of the most eligible bachelors in Seattle, has his own charity that helps under-privileged kids go to college, and is more active in his nephew’s life than half the dads around here. All that perfection and it’s not even counting how handsome he is. So he’s definitely not looking at me.
I’m the new third grade teacher who’s a little overweight with no plans to change it. I’m not giving up sweets for anything, not even to get into a smaller size. I wear thick-framed glasses because my eyesight is terrible, and I’ve got uncontrollable curly hair that always gets in the way.
I’m so shy and inexperienced when it comes to men, I can barely say hi to him when he tries to talk to me. Maybe he’s looking at me and wondering why the school would hire a teacher who is so shy she can barely speak. Maybe that’s why he was asking about me. He’s probably worried Scott isn’t getting the schooling he should be. And for what some of the parents pay to send their children here, I can’t even be upset about that.
Scott does the cutest half eye-roll at my change of subject. “He asked if you were going to be at the Halloween party.”
“Of course I’ll be there. I wouldn’t want to miss seeing what you’re dressing up as.” I smile back at him, not taking the bait. This kid is good.
We both turn and look as students start to pile into the room.
“Everyone get your stuff. Don’t forget your agendas. Your spelling test is tomorrow,” I tell them over the noise as they move about the room, doing as I say.
“I’ll tell him you’ll be there,” Scott says excitedly. He seems happier about this than the actual Halloween party. “He’s right, too, Miss Treat. You do have pretty eyes.”
With that, Scott turns and runs towards his cubby to get his backpack. My face warms once again.
The bell rings a moment later, and the kids file out of the room, leaving me thinking about Scott’s innocent words. And also thinking about what I’ll wear to the Halloween party. I haven’t given it much thought. My mind has been on making the chocolate candies I’ll be bringing.
“We still on?” Apple says, breaking me from my thoughts as she enters my classroom. Her brown hair is pulled into a tight braid. Apple is just as eccentric as her name. I can never guess what she’ll wear from one day from the next. It all fits her, seeing as she’s the art teacher.
She is the only friend I’ve made since I moved here. The other teachers are nice, but Apple made it clear she wanted us to be friends as well as col
leagues, and tonight is the first night are going to hang out outside of school. I’ve been looking forward to it. Her husband is out of town this week and she doesn’t want to go straight home to an empty house. I have a feeling an empty house is something that would drive Apple crazy. Apple likes to talk. A lot.
I’ve been in Seattle for over two months, and haven’t made any other friends at all. She’ll actually be the first person I’ve ever had over to my condo. I’ve never had a place of my own and it’s exciting to have a space to call mine. Well, for the time being, that is.
When I first got to Seattle after I learned I actually got the job at Hartwood Elementary, I had to stay in a hotel until I could find a place. It wasn’t that bad, since I graduated college in the spring and left the dorm rooms at Berkeley to come straight here. I didn’t know where I’d finally land a job and didn’t want to put down roots until I knew.
It was hard, and most of the places were way out of my price range on a teacher's salary. I am lucky to have gone to college on a scholarship that had given me room and board. It left me without a giant pile of student debt, but my budget is still somewhat tight. Then I lucked out and found a place to lease in a fancy building that’s within walking distance of the school.
The only catch is I can only stay there until they find a buyer for the place, and I have to be ready to move at a moment’s notice. And I can’t be there if they need to show the place to a potential buyer. In the four weeks since I’ve lived there, it hasn’t happened once. That’s been a relief, because I haven’t had time to look for another place. I’ve been too wrapped up in my first teaching job.
