I grab Oliver’s arm on the right and feel Lucas link arms on my left.
Is anyone looking at us? I don’t think so. At least I can’t seem to see anyone stare more than usual. Oliver and Lucas attract plenty of looks from the chicks as is.
Who fucking gives a shit?
I don’t. Good girl Sofie might have, but not bad girl Sofie. All bad girl Sofie can think of is to get a fucking room so we can really get the show going.
At the elevator, I turn to Oliver and offer him my lips. He kisses me, gently at first and then more demanding. His tongue forces entry into my mouth and does a hot tango with my tongue, rubbing, pushing, and swirling.
The ding of the elevator and Lucas’ hand interrupt our passion.
Oliver presses sixth floor and I’m pleased we don’t have to spend more time in here. If the ride were to be longer, I think I’d be naked and, well, no point dwelling on something not likely to happen.
The second we are in our room, we survey the area.
Nice. It’s fucking nice.
There’s a bottle of bubbles in a sliver ice bucket with three fine crystal glasses.
Lucas pours us a drink.
My shoes come off first. I fling the high stilettos across the room.
I accept the drink from Lucas with a smile and take a sip of the cool liquid.
Ahh. That’s fucking fantastic.
The bed is like nothing I’ve ever fucking seen before.
It’s twice the size of a normal king-size bed. There are more cushions than two people could ever need. Above the bed head is an enormous painting of deep blue water with water lilies floating on it.
I tilt my head and get lost in the painting. I’m so engrossed with it, Oliver’s touch makes me jump.
“A little jumpy, are you?” He whispers in my ear.
Without turning around, I reply.
“What’re you going to do about it?”
His hands massage my shoulder.
“Well, I’ve got a few ideas,” he whispers into my ears and I relax into those fucking strong baking fingers.
I’m sure a baker would have strong fingers. Kneading dough all day would mean you get strong fingers, wouldn’t it?
As I revel in Oliver working on my neck and shoulder, I picture him kneading dough in the kitchen in the nude. It’s a fucking fantastic image. I’m not sure where it’s come from, but I enjoy it a lot.
All he’s wearing is one of those chef hats. Do bakers wear chef hats? Doesn’t matter. In my little imaginary movie, Oliver’s nude but for one of those fucking tall white hats.
Strong long fingers dig into the cream-colored dough and massage and finger it.
Fuck. My pussy’s getting wet. Actually, wet is an understatement; it’s fucking dripping already.
I turn toward him, and his mouth finds mine.
His fingers keep digging into my back and find my ass.
Yes. Yes. Keep going.
Lucas comes to join us.
He’s behind me and kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. I’m not sure what his wayward fingers are up to, but before I even fucking finish the thought, I can feel them come up under my fucking dress.
Wow. Fuck. Two guys, one girl. Fuck, it feels good thinking about it.
Goodbye Emma, see you later Mr. Darcy, eat your heart out Elizabeth. I’ve got three of the fucking hottest guys eating out of the palm of my hand.
How fucking awesome is this?
Each and every one of my fucking nerve cells is quivering in anticipation. I can’t fucking wait to be fucked by these spunks.
“I think we both agree Sofie here has been a bad girl and needs to be punished,” Oliver has stopped kissing me. His hands are still on my fucking ass. His voice not soft and tender, rather a little aggressive.
A shiver runs down my spine in anticipation of what he might be planning.
Lucas leaves my neck.
“Yes. I think so too.”
At the seriousness of his voice, my body stiffens and deep within me little fireworks start to explode.
Whatever’s coming, my body’s fucking ready for it.
Before I know exactly what they’ve got planned, I feel Lucas grab my hands and drag me to the bed.
Oliver follows.
Roughly, Lucas pushes me onto the bed. I scramble away from him. Actually, it’s a feeble attempt on my part. I don’t have a fucking plan. My body acts without thinking.
Lucas grabs hold of my ankle and pulls me backwards. In the process, my dress rides up and exposes my ass.
“I think this little fucking vixen is after some serious punishment.”
Without looking, I’m not sure which of the two said this.
Oliver leaps onto the bed and grabs my arms while Lucas has got my ankles.
Snake-like I writhe, trying to free myself from their hold. I have no success. The more I writhe, the harder they grip.
I grin.
Sooner or later, one of them will have to let go to take off their pants. Not much they can do fully clothed.
However, Oliver’s smarter than that. He brings my arms together over my head and then pins them underneath his weight with his knees.
I watch as he rips his shirt off and unzips his pants. His fingers fumble with his button and then the offending clothing drops to his knees.
My eyes widen at the sight of his bulging boxers. He’s fucking ready for a fuck. His fucking cock is practically exploding out of his shorts.
With relative ease, he holds onto my hands again and discards his pants all together.
“Do you want some help with those boxers?” My eyes plead with him.
Oliver chuckles.
“A little horny, are we? Little fucking slut.”
I lick my lips.
I’m so fucking desperate to grab something. I don’t care if it’s with my mouth or fucking hot pussy. Or both.
I writhe again against my two strong holds.
Lucas and Oliver seem to exchange a glance. Then without fucking warning, they roll me over.
Face down on the huge king-size bed, I can’t see what’s going on. Someone’s undoing the zipper of my dress and rips it off me.
All I’m wearing now is my bra and thong.
Rough fingers pull on the back of my slip, pushing pressure on my clit. They pull so hard until the material rips.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m breathing hard. Pleasure and pain rushing through me like a waterfall.
Next, my bra is unclipped and pulled out from under me. The material scrapes against my rock-hard nipples. I fear they might rip the material, that’s how fucking hard they are.
By now my fucking pussy’s so wet, I fear there might be a flood. I think I’ve already managed to soak the sheets without even coming. And to think that I’ve hardly been touched or had any opportunity to touch either of them.
My breathing is fast and shallow. I feel as if I’ve run a marathon in sprint speed.
“So,” Oliver turns to Lucas. “What sort of punishment does bad girl Sofie deserve?”
Millions of butterfly wings seem to be caressing my back, my ass and between my legs. I moan. If this was punishment, fuck, what would pleasure be like?
Increasingly, I’m finding it difficult to muster one single thought. My brain’s taken a holiday and left lust in charge.
If losing your mind is like this, it’s not too fucking bad.
“She’s been a real fucking slut,” Lucas agrees. “And acting contrary to company policy.”
Company policy?
I’m trying to make sense of Lucas’ statement. What fucking company policy? Had I fucking missed something?
If only those fucking butterflies would leave my skin, I might be able to think a little clearer.
“Absolutely,” Oliver says. “And breaching company policy is a very serious offence. Wait till Eli finds out.”
My heart beats a little faster and I wiggle my ass at them.
“She allowed you to fin
ger-fuck her in a public place,”
“Not to mention she didn’t do anything to free my fucking cock.”
“I think there’s really only one thing to do.”
I hold my breath, waiting. My body’s tense. And then it happens. Unprepared, it’s worse had I been expecting it.
It’s Lucas who’s pushing my legs apart and I think it’s Oliver hand that slaps my right ass check hard. The sound of his palm connecting with my naked flesh sends shivers down my spine. Fuck, it hurts and at the same time pleasure ripped through me.
Smack.
His hand comes down hard on my left ass cheek. Then his hand hits hard across my ass and part of my pussy opening. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
My pussy’s throbbing and my ass is stinging. The juices are flowing. I’m fucking ready to be fucked.
My fingers ache to touch one of their massive fucking cocks.
But Oliver hits my ass again and again relentlessly.
By now my heart’s beating so fast, I fear I might hyperventilate.
The world is spinning. But as suddenly as the spanking started, it stops.
The butterflies have returned. They’re caressing the inside of my leg.
Lucas’ fingers are circling at the opening of my pussy. He scoops up my juices and proceeds to rub them to soothe the red marks on my ass.
It feels cool on against my hot, burning fucking skin.
As Lucas keeps looking after my ass, Oliver kneels in front of me.
“Now then, my little fucking hot slut,” Oliver starts. As he speaks, he lifts my head by my hair. My mouth is just about level with his bouncing fucking cock.
“I think it’s about fucking time you start to pay for your bad behavior in the club.”
He moves his rock-hard dick toward me and I open my mouth in anticipation.
Instead of shoving it right down my fucking throat, he barely lets my lips touch it before he pulls it away again.
Fucking tease. But a graze in my longing lips could never be enough.
“Now Sofie, remember your manners.” Oliver growls and leaves his fucking cock just inches away from my face. “Weren’t you ever taught if you wanted something you need to say please?”
He has that smug smile on his face and I know he’s just loving this.
“Ohh, yes please,” I mutter, unable to form a coherent sentence. The boys have well and truly fucked with my brain.
“‘Yes please’ what?” Oliver’s dick has come a little closer.
I poke my tongue out to see if I can reach it, but it’s just a little too far away.
“Yesss pleaseee. Let me fucking suck your cock.” Right now, I’d do anything just to have his cock in my mouth.
The tip of it now enters my mouth. I suck on it hungrily, like a candy, but then Oliver pulls it out again. I groan in frustration.
“Are you sure you really want it?”
I try and lurch after it, but I can’t. Lucas has pinned me underneath him. With my ass and pussy well occupied, it’s almost impossible to comprehend what’s going on.
“Yessss. Fuck, Oliver. I want to fucking suck your fucking cock.”
Before I finish the last word, his cock’s coming toward me and goes right into my mouth. It’s so fucking huge, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to fit it all in without gagging. But somehow, I manage and once it’s right inside my mouth, sliding down my throat, it feels natural.
I start bobbing up and down on it. Oliver pulls in and out.
Fucking magic.
It feels so fucking good to play with Oliver’s dick.
When my mouth is at the end of his shaft, my tongue explores all around it. Slowly, I glide up again and pull away. I kiss him gently on the tip of his dick and watch it expand and grow right before my fucking eyes.
Even though I see it grow for myself, I still can’t believe it can get any bigger.
Instead of letting his cock back in, I start sucking and playing with his balls. I roll them around in my mouth before I spit them out and go back to his cock.
Oliver’s groaning and his grip on my hair tightens.
“Come on my fucking little slut, you can do better.”
I suck harder and faster. He matches my tempo. With each thrust, his cock thickens. I can feel it pulse. Oliver groans.
Lucas by now has pushed his fingers into my pussy and I shift my weight back toward him. His index finger moves right into me and reaches on my sweet spot.
Then he pulls out of me. I lift my ass a little to try and entice him to keep his finger where it has been. However, to my surprise and delight and his cock enters me. At first, I can only feel his tip, but then he starts to thrust in and out.
I try and match his tempo. If I can get into the same rhythm as Lucas is, we might come together at the same fucking time.
Lucas is fucking me hard and fast. His fingers are digging into my hip where’s he holding onto me.
Oliver’s starting to tense up. Deep behind his belly button, I can feel the intensity build. My own body is ready to erupt in a fountain of pleasure.
I concentrate on not falling over the cliff edge. As much as its tempting to come now, it’ll only feel better if I wait a bit more.
The pleasure builds. Lucas keeps thrusting and Oliver’s six-pack is contracted. He’s thrown his head back and his hip’s thrusting forward and right into my mouth.
And then the explosions rip through him. He almost pulls some of my hair out as his body is gripped by his orgasmic wave. I swallow his creamy cum as he shoots his massive load into my throat.
I swallow and swallow as he unleashes load after warm load.
At the same time, Lucas’ fucking massive cock’s throbbing in my pussy and the walls of it are tightening with each thrust, not wanting to let it go ever again.
He also starts to spasm as he reaches his climax.
As his cock’s unleashing his creamy cum, my pussy’s tightening and releasing over and over. Molten lava spreads through me like a river, and in my head fireworks are exploding. My abdomen and lower legs spasm and no coherent thoughts are left in me whatsoever.
Oliver is the first to shift positions. He leaves his spot behind my head.
Lucas stays inside my pussy, as if trapped, for a little while longer, until he pulls out.
I roll onto my front. Then I slowly move to sit up. I feel fucking fantastic and I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
My eyes find Oliver and he grins at me.
“And you call this punishment?”
Oliver exchanges a look with Lucas.
Bad girl Sofie wants more. Good girl Sofie would never fucking be so direct. Well, let’s face it; good girl Sofie would never have fucked two guys in the first place.
I get onto my hands and knees and prowl around the bed cat-like.
Lucas watches and Oliver looks to be planning his next move.
It doesn’t take long for him to take charge. Oliver takes hold me and drags me to the edge of the bed. He pulls my body until my head’s hanging over the edge of the bed.
Lucas gets his drift and takes up position near my head.
Oliver on the other hand, is putting his attention to my pussy. He starts with butterfly kisses on my tummy and down to my pubic hair. From there, he lets his tongue lead the way to my pussy.
Expertly, his fucking tongue rolls over my clit. His teeth nibble on it and the sensation leaves me quivering in ecstasy.
Ohhh.
Led by desire and some invisible force, my hips thrust up to meet Oliver’s magic tongue. When’ he’s done working on my clit to the point of driving me near madness, his tongue explores other areas.
Snake-like, it darts in and out of my throbbing pussy. Electric shock waves pulse through me and I know the light’s switched off in my brain. With so much fucking pleasure I barely remember my own fucking name.
Greg never put his face anywhere near my fucking pussy. In fact, as far as he was concerned, sex was a few humps and an orgasm
for him. But I don’t have to think of this douche bag—not that I could think about anything else other than the unbelievable tongue action Oliver’s giving me.
This is fucking awesome, amazing and out of this world.
Now Oliver shoves his tongue in as far as it will go and pushes against my inside.
Wow.
Fuck. The world’s fucking spinning.
I grab Lucas’ fucking massive cock and start playing with it. The way I’m lying down, I look at him upside fucking down.
Like fiddling with the piano, I move my fingers up and down. My touch is light and quick. If I was playing the scales for fucking real, I’d be able to give fucking Mozart a run for his money.
Lucas groans and his hands grab my hair.
When I let go off his dick, it bounces up and down a little, searching for someone or something to rub it. My hands grab his fucking balls and start playing with them. Like a stress ball, I squeeze them, gently at first then a little harder.
“Fuck,” Lucas hisses and I laugh.
My lips give him a little feather-light kiss on the tip of his throbbing cock. Little droplets of pre-cum sit atop his dick. They glisten, and I wrap my lips around him a little to suck them off.
Lucas’ grip on my hair tightens and he tries to push all the way into my mouth.
I resist.
Instead, I wrap my tongue around the top of his shaft and play with it.
Lucas lets go of my hair and leans forward. His hands wrap around my tits.
“Fucking perfect,” he grunts.
His words send pleasure waves through me. Ever since I found Greg fucking cheating on me with a woman with massive tits, I can’t help but wonder if my fucking tits aren’t big enough.
To hear Lucas praise my breasts is a real confidence boost.
“They’re a fucking perfect fit,” he continues to squeeze and massage them. “My hand cups them well leaving a little spilling over. That’s fucking perfect.”
As a reward, I now take all of his quivering cock into my mouth.
Lucas’ fingers focus on my nipples. They’re already so hard, I think they’d cut through granite. As he rolls them through his thumb and index finger, they harden even more. I increase my pace.
Oliver’s now sucking on my pussy and I find my insides electrified.
An intense orgasm is building deep inside. Like a giant tsunami, it threatens to take me over, engulf every part of me and make me loose total control.
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