by Riley, Alexa
After a second, I feel the head of Justin’s dick bump against mine. He’s got Stella’s leg over his hip, and his cock between her pussy folds, sliding against her clit and back to her warmth where I am. It’s not always easy sharing a woman, and sometimes the streams are going to cross. So in moments like this, you just have to work with what you’ve got and know that this is all to create a bond between the three of us. I’ve never had any feelings like that for my brother, and we both understand that sometimes things are going to touch. For us, it feels better when we are able to bond this way, and being able to have a wife between us is the life we want. It’s not for everyone, but it’s for us. And as we continue to bump against one another, meeting in the middle of Stella’s warm, wet virgin cunt, she moves with us, moaning in her sleep.
Her honey leaks out of her and all over us. It helps glide us back and forth as we tease her hole without breaching it. Each of us thrust against her, as if we’re fucking her, slowly and gently using her pussy to get us off. I grab the flesh of her thigh and feel her opening leak more. Justin’s pressure on her clit is making her cunt greedy, and she’s begging for us to enter her.
“She’s close,” he whispers, closing his eyes, and thrusting again.
“Suck on her nipple a little. Be gentle. That should send her over, but not wake her up.”
I watch Justin lean down and softly suckle her nipple as we both thrust against her. Suddenly, her back arches against me, and her arm extends back, wrapping around my neck. It’s as if she’s reaching for me when her orgasm starts, and the sense of power I get from this makes me cum. I feel her opening clench, as if it’s trying to suck up my cum, and then I feel the warmth of Justin’s cum too, mixing between us. The three of us peak at the same time, and I kiss her neck, humming my gratitude into her skin. She’s given us this first perfect moment, and there are so many more to come. Neither of us pulls away from her, instead leaving our cocks between her folds and covered in cum as we fall asleep. She’s marked by us, and the stickiness between us is a sign of that.
“Goodnight, Lucky,” I whisper against her skin.
“Night, loves.”
Justin and I lock eyes, and then we both look at Stella. She’s fast asleep, but must have been dreaming of this to answer us back. Justin smiles and nuzzles against her fat tits, falling asleep almost instantly. I grip her round waist and press my nose to her shoulder, smelling her sweet scent as I drift off.
We are wrapped around Stella together on our first night, and it’s how I want to end the day, every day, for the rest of our lives.
6
JUSTIN
“Goddamn, your virgin pussy tastes so fucking sweet.”
I mumble against Stella's skin, but she just moans, letting me know she got the message. I feel the hand she has gripping my hair tighten, and she pushes my head against her, begging me not to stop. As if I would rather be anywhere else.
She’s on her side, her leg thrown over my shoulder, and I’m sucking her clit as Aaron eats her ass at the same time. He’s got his hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart as he licks her tight asshole, getting deep inside. She’s got her other hand on his head, pulling his hair and begging both of us to get her off.
Stella’s probably still half-asleep, but her body is wound tight and ready to orgasm. I suck on her fat labia and lick the juices off her swollen cunt. Her clit is a hard nub begging for attention, and I bite it a little, making her squeal a little.
I reach up and touch her opening, feeling her tight channel squeeze the tip of my finger. She’s begging to be filled, but we want to wait until tonight. We want to give her plenty of time to relax today and prepare for us. Because once we have her, we won’t be able to stop.
As I push inside her, she lets out a long moan. I curl my fingers, hitting her g-spot, and as I rub it, she grips my hair tighter. I can feel when she fully wakes up, grinding harder against us and moaning louder.
“Oh God! Oh God! I’m so close. It’s too much. I can’t!”
Her pained cry of ecstasy only spurs us on. I feel Aaron grip her harder, and he reaches up, pushing a finger inside her with me. We both moan as she releases more of her sticky juice, her cunt just begging to be fucked.
“Cum for us, Lucky. Make that sweet pussy pop,” I hear Aaron say. I'm not sure how he can even talk right now or pull his mouth from her.
I feel her bear down on our mouths, and with us both fingering her, she finally lets go and screams out, cumming all over us. We both suck her honey up, not wanting to miss a single drop. That young ripe pussy flows with nectar, and we are both ready to get inside it.
After she comes down from her peak, and starts to breathe normally again, we both pull our fingers out, giving her gentle kisses as we sit up. Aaron and I are both rock hard, but we want to save it for tonight.
“Good morning, Lucky.” I like that Aaron called her that because she really is magically delicious. I kiss her lips, feeling her wetness on my face rub between us. Being able to kiss her and taste her pussy at the same time drives me fucking wild. I pull back and look down at her, trying to keep myself from cumming from just the kiss.
“Good morning, Lucky.” Aaron echoes, and leans down, licking her neck and sucking it a little. When he pulls back, there’s a small red mark there. I love seeing it on her. It will fade in an hour or so, but it makes me think we should give her more marks. I like people being able to look at her and know she belongs to us.
Stella looks between us with big eyes, and then down at her naked body, blushing beet red from head to toe.
“Now is not the time to be shy. We want you to relax and enjoy the bed for a bit longer, and then Mandy will be here to take care of you.” Aaron smiles happily at her as he makes a move to get up.
“Take care of me?”
Aaron leans down, sucking on Stella’s nipple, letting it go with a pop before he gets off the bed. His cock is hard and strains upward, and she looks at it with a mixture of fear and longing.
“Tonight, Stella,” I whisper in her ear as Aaron heads to the shower. I hear the water turn on, and I get up, knowing that if I stay, I’ll just want to eat her cunt again.
“How did I end up in bed?” she says, looking around the room.
I smile down at her. She really is a deep sleeper. “We moved you to it. Why were you on the couch?”
She doesn’t make eye contact. “I didn’t know how many people slept in this bed. Germs freak me out.”
I laugh, and she snaps her head at me, giving me an evil eye. It makes me want to laugh harder, so I bite my lip to keep from doing it. “Stella, the only people who have ever slept in this bed are Aaron, you and myself. That’s it. So unless our germs freak you out, you should be okay sleeping in the bed.”
“No one else?” She eyes me skeptically but I can tell she wants my words to be true.
“Nope. Just you. Also, we told you about the clothes last night, but when we got back you were still in the nightie. Did you want to keep that? Because it may have come to an untimely demise.” I motion to the pile of silk on the floor next to the bed. When her eyes spot it, she looks at me with confusion, and then blushes even deeper.
“I wasn’t sure who those clothes belonged to.”
“Whose clothes? Stella, they're yours. We bought them just for you.”
She looks around the room in confusion again, before her gaze comes back to land on me. “Oh,” is all she says, and she looks around the room again.
“So you haven't done this here before?”
“Done what? Stella, we’ve never brought someone into any of our homes before. You’re it.” I don’t tell her that she’s the first and the last, because I’m sensing she’d freak the fuck out right now. But we’ll get there.
Aaron walks into the room with a towel around his waist, and I head to the bathroom, needing a quick shower before we have to go. We’ve got a couple of meetings with casino business this morning, and then we need to meet with Charles this afternoon.
Aaron’s phone beeps and he goes over to check it. “Mandy should be here in about an hour.”
“Okay, someone tell me who Mandy is,” Stella says, annoyed. I smile because it sounds a little like jealousy.
“She’s our assistant, and she’s going to do a few things with you today.”
Stella opens her mouth to say something, but then snaps it shut. I look at Aaron and he shrugs his shoulder, going to the closet to get dressed. I know he's being a little short with her because he's on edge. Distant is best for him. I've been holding him back from acting like a caveman with Stella since we first meet her.
I go into the bathroom and take a quick shower, not wanting to miss any time with Stella before we have to go. When I get out, I see that Aaron has opened the ceiling shade and the curtains, letting light bathe the room. He’s moved one of the chairs to the side of the bed and is sitting in it, and Stella is laid out naked on top of the covers. She’s got her knees pulled up and her legs spread wide open. I can see every inch of her.
Aaron isn’t touching her, just looking between her open legs, rubbing his hand over the front of his pants. “Just wanted to admire the view,” he says, answering my unspoken question. He has all of Nevada laid out beyond those windows, yet the most perfect view is right there on the bed.
I smile and go to the closet, pulling out a suit and getting dressed. When I look over to Stella’s side of the closet, I see a blue dress that catches my eye. I go over and pull it out, and then look back out to Aaron to make sure I was right. He and I are both wearing blue, and I want her to match us today. I lay the dress out and go to the dresser, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen. I put the note with the dress, and I hope when she finds it later that it makes her smile.
When I walk out of the closet, I see neither of them has moved. “You ready?”
“To fuck? Absolutely.”
I look at Stella and watch her blush. Goddamn. Seeing her look shy and innocent while spread open and waiting makes me want to breed her this fucking second. I walk over and lean down, kissing her on her forehead and then her lips. “Have a good day, Lucky. Remember to call us if you need anything. I’m on line two.” I give her a cocky grin, but before I pull up, I move down and kiss her pussy lips goodbye too. Fuck, I’m going to miss that chubby cunt until tonight.
When I stand up, I move over and watch Aaron do the same thing. “Have fun today, Lucky.” Then he gives her a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the lips, and then one on the cunt. Jesus, we are going to fucking ruin her. The two of us are going to fuck her little body until she’s overflowing with cum and begging us to stop.
“Bye, baby,” I whisper, and blow her a kiss on the way out.
7
STELLA
I feel almost paralyzed as I lie in the middle of the massive bed. Both men departed the room like nothing is strange about any of this. They both seemed so casual and relaxed, as if them both kissing me like that, one after the other, was normal.
Justin said it wasn't, but it all seems so easy for them. The norm, even. As if we've been doing this for months. That I wake up every day between two men hungrily eating at my body, touching me in ways I’d never been touched before. When I first started to wake, I thought it had all been a dream.
I’d had dreams about them before. Maybe not as delicious, but I’d had plenty of them. They seem to grow in intensity every time I see them. Now I lie here in their bed at a loss for words, my body still buzzing from what they did to it.
It seemed like they knew my own body better than even I did. When I would try to find relief at my own hand, I would always be left frustrated or unsatisfied by the orgasm I pulled from my body. They seemed to be able to get me there in seconds and give me an orgasm more powerful than I thought was possible. I’d always wondered what all the talk was about. Now I know.
Peeling myself from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom, but stop when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Turning, I look at myself. For some reason I look different, or maybe it’s because I feel a little different. The Las Vegas sun pours through the windows, lighting up the entire room, and I just stand and stare at myself for a moment.
My long black hair looks wild and untamed, my lips swollen, even my nipples have little marks on them like they have been well used. I feel sexy. Like a part of me I didn’t know existed has woken up. Before I felt like my hips were too wide, my boobs too big. Now, looking at myself, I feel womanly. Something I’d never felt before. I feel desired. Sure I’d been hit on, but I never felt a compulsion to really explore. Now I want more. I can still feel their wetness and mine mixed together between my legs, dampening my thighs.
Maybe the next month won’t be as hard as I first thought it would be. If the Cortez brothers make me feel like that every morning this will probably be the best thirty days of my life. If I can keep my heart out of it.
That would be the real challenge. I already care more than I should. I was holding on too tightly when Justin had told me no other women had slept in their bed, and that the clothes were just for me.
Going to the bathroom, I can’t help but notice the set up. I’ve never in my life seen a three person sink. I can tell the middle one is for me. A pink toothbrush and hair brush sit next to it, the toothbrush still in the wrapping. Pulling my hair on top of my head, I jump into a shower that looks like it could fit ten of me. Normally I love to take baths, but the one in here looks like it might take forever to fill because of its giant size. It takes me a few moments to figure out all the knobs and buttons before I finally get the shower heads to come on.
I don’t know when this Mandy will be getting here so I make quick work of my shower and end up just doing my hair in a simple braid so I don’t have to worry about it.
I make my way to the closet that is bigger than my bedroom back home on the farm. Hell, this might even be bigger than the master bedroom. Half of the room is lined with suits, Justin’s and Aaron’s. It’s simple and clean. The other half of the room is lined with…my stuff, I guess. Part of it is lined with clothes—dresses, jeans, t-shirts, and nice dressy tops. When I start going through them, I notice everything is in my size. The other part of the room is lined with glass shelves stacked with shoes of all varieties, tons of purses to match all the clothes, and pieces of jewelry hang on little stands that are scattered on the glass shelves.
What. The. Fuck.
There are hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes and accessories for me in here. I would have to change my outfit ten times a day to wear everything in the thirty days I am set to be here. To top it off, how did they know I was going to be here? Were they looking for a type and I just fit it? Did they go into the auction knowing they wanted a certain kind of woman and I just fit the bill? It made sense if that was so. They had been trying to get me to go out with them for weeks. They say men have a type. Or did they know I would be here?
I’m not sure how I feel about that. Vegas is a small big city. All the important players know each other, and the Mistress Auctions are for the elite. I have no clue who else was being auctioned or the details of how the auctions work. For all I know, Samantha sends out a portfolio before each auction and maybe they had seen me on it and thought it was their chance to finally get what they had been wanting.
I’m not sure if I should be mad or grateful. I’m thinking I’ll go with grateful, even though I kind of want to smack them a little. Men like them always get what they want. Another part of why I turned them down. I didn’t just want to be a notch on their belt, even though I had wanted them. At least I was bought by someone I kind of knew. Who knows what I could have ended up with? And now I get a taste of what I had really wanted every time they asked me to dinner and I said no.
Making my way over to the giant island in the middle of the room, I start pulling open drawers. Each one is filled with bras, underwear (if you can even call it that) and lingerie. Picking up a soft blue bra, I read the tag, 32DD. How the hell did they kno
w that? I almost want to laugh. It’s like they snuck into my room and searched my drawers to get all the right sizes, but maybe they just paid attention to details. You don’t own a casino like the Cortez without noticing details
Slipping the bra on, I find the matching panties and slide them on. I’ve never worn a thong in my life. How am I supposed to walk around all day with a piece of string up my ass? Having said that, I also don’t think I’ve felt such soft material against my skin before.
I notice a blue sundress lying on the ottoman in the corner of the closet, with a note placed on top of it.
We thought this would look perfect on you.
Does that mean I’m supposed to wear it? I know I’m to follow all their orders as long as it doesn’t cause me harm or put me in danger. That is what the mistress contract had stated. It’s not something I’d normally wear. I slide it over my head. It takes a little pull to get it over my breasts, but once there it fits perfectly.
The top is tight enough that I don’t think I need a bra. Reaching in between my breasts, I unsnap the hook and pull the bra out. The dress sits snug against my stomach, but flares at my waist, stopping mid-thigh.
I make my way over to the mirror, and have to agree. It does look perfect. But this underwear has to go. There is no way I can walk around like this all day. I quickly pull it off and toss it on the floor. Thongs are the only underwear provided, so I’ll just have to go without until I can buy some more.
It’s then I remember I’m a millionaire. It was almost like I had forgotten for a moment, as if I was going through the motions. I could buy hordes of underwear now if I wanted to. I need to call Tim, my foreman, to let him know we have the money to pay a few bills that have piled up. Hell, we could even replace some equipment that’s been hanging on by a thread now. Tim has worked hard for the farm. He seems to have a deeper passion for it than I do, and I know he has been worried about us losing it. At times I think he loves the place more than I do.
