“One of you is going to fucking come for me,” I declare, staring them down as I pump their cocks. “I don’t care who it is, and I don’t care who comes first. I just. Need. Cum. NOW.”
I swear, in that moment I see both of their jaws drop as they simultaneously unload. Their huge, thick cocks spasm in unison in my fists, and I aim them at my mouth just in time. I gasp as their hips rock forward, fucking themselves against my fingers, while their hot, salty cum fires at my open mouth and delighted face, eight shots each.
“Holy—”
“Fuck—”
“More,” I whine, licking their cum off my lips. I can’t tell whose is whose, and honestly, I think it probably doesn’t matter anymore. I finally got what the taste I’m craving for. And they both taste good. Like, insanely good. The perfect mixture of sweet and salty and creamy and sticky.
“I need more.”
Oliver and Eli share a brief look. It’s almost like they’re communicating without words. Negotiating silently in just a glance while I stand over them, their cum mixing together on my cheeks and dripping down my chin onto my breasts.
Then, just as quickly as the negotiations begin, they end. In an instant, Oliver and Eli are both on me. Touching my body. Rubbing their cum into my breasts. Kissing me—Eli in front, Oliver from behind. They’re making a Sofie Sandwich out of me, and it’s fucking delicious. Available soon at a super market near you—now with extra man meat!
The camera is forgotten. So is whatever little competition they were running. It’s all abandoned in an instant, and whatever it’s replaced with is something infinitely more real. More visceral. More intense.
There’s no more wink wink, nudge nudge. No more cocky attitudes. No more bullshit about making me choose. Games and teasing only set the mood. This is the real deal here now.
I don’t even have to think. I can just feel. Their hands on my skin, groping and rubbing and pinching. Teasing. Making me even wetter than I was before, which is saying something.
I can feel my honey dripping down from my smooth, hairless pussy lips onto the silk sheets—and then behind me, Oliver dips his mouth down to lick it up.
Eli takes the opportunity to pull me into a kiss. A hard, demanding, intense kiss. He has both of my arms captured in his big, strong hands as he tugs my body against his. It nearly knocks the wind out of me—and that’s before I feel Oliver’s lips on my cunt.
Eli is smirking as he breaks our kiss and pulls back to see the look on my face. That’s when I realize—he was helping position me for Oliver, so Oliver could get a better angle on making out with one set of lips while Eli claims the other.
“You…bastard,” I moan in accusation.
“Name-calling, Sofie,” Eli says with a smirk. “Not very nice, is it, Oliver?”
“Mmph,” Oliver moans in agreement. He’s tongue-deep in my pussy right now, but apparently that’s not enough to stop him from being cheeky. When he emerges, he’s panting. “We’ll have to make you pay for that, sweetheart.”
“How—” I begin, but there’s no use.
Eli jerks me forward and we fall back onto the mattress together. Oliver is quick to move on top of me, pinning me down. Oliver spreads my legs roughly, forcing me wide open for him while Eli’s cock slides against my soaked pussy.
If I thought I knew what they meant by me turning them into cavemen before, it’s nothing compared to the way I understand it now.
Where earlier they were competitors—two potential mates vying for my approval—now they’re more like two hunters from the same tribe. Capturing the woman they want to use for their pleasure and working together to hold her down. To make her wet and flood her brain with lust for them. To take her, not separately, but together. Both at once.
Fuck. Even I can admit that I’ve lost all power in this scenario. I should have kept them fighting over me, dammit!
But at the same time, I have to admit…this is actually even better. This is perfect. Good Sofie gets her rough, forced three-way, and Bad Sofie gets to orgasm all over it.
“Beg for it,” Eli says playfully. He slides his cock up and down between my pussy lips. Like he fucking needs to ask. I’ve already lost all rational thought an I just operate on primal instinct now.
“Please,” I cry out.
Which is when Oliver spits on my ass and lowers his tongue to my other tight hole, which remains available while Eli grinds against the standard entrance.
“Please what, Sofie?” Oliver asks.
Cheeky bastard. I can feel him smiling as he runs his tongue around the tightness of my ass.
“P-please,” I pant, bucking against both of them.
Please what? Fuck if I know! Just please, already!
“Which first, honey?” Eli growls. “Do you want your sweet little cunt filled?”
“Or your sweet little ass?” Oliver echoes.
“Aaah!” I cry out.
They both reach down to my clit, trapping it between their thumbs and rolling it back and forth in agonizing pleasure.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I whine.
“Which one, Sofie?”
“You have to choose.”
“If you want to come, we’ll let you.”
“You just need to make a choice.”
“It’s easy, honey.”
“The easiest thing in the world.”
“Your cunt…”
“Or your ass?”
“Decide, Sofie.”
“Decide!”
“BOTH!” I scream, sobbing and thrashing against them. “Please, please, please! Both! I want both!”
They let me hang on that for a second.
The fact that I’ve just begged them to shove their cocks into my cunt and ass all at once.
The fact that I’m begging to be fucked at all.
Not by just one man. But by two. At the exact same time.
Oh God. They’ve broken me. They’ve actually fucking broken me!
Then, gentlemen that the are…they give it to me.
It’s everything that I imagined and more.
The immediate feeling is pure, raw intensity. Being taken by one cock of that size is intense enough—but now I have two of them forcing their way into holes that were absolutely not made for such big cocks.
I would have been happy with seven inches. I’ve even settled for five before. But currently pushing their ways into my ass and pussy are two iron-hard Grade-A 12-inch pieces of man meat. Certified to fill you up or your money back.
Suddenly, I know exactly what it feels like to be a doughnut being pumped to the brim with cream from two holes at once.
“Oh—oh fuck,” I moan. My whole body is shaking. But I still can’t get enough. “I can…I can feel your cocks s-sliding together…oh my God. Holy shit. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Eli thrusts extra hard into my cunt, like he’s trying to heighten the feeling. “If you think that’s good, Sofie, imagine how I feel. I can feel him moving inside you, you know. That wall between your holes is so damn thin…”
“And hot,” Oliver adds. “Your insides are burning up with desire, Sofie. Is this what you like? We’re giving you exactly what you asked for.”
“Would have been easier for you if you would have just chosen,” Eli teases.
Oliver grabs my arms and pulls me against him again. Just like he did when I first walked into the room, only now Eli’s cock is in my pussy and Oliver’s cock is in my ass. Unsurprisingly, it’s way more intense this way.
“Look at her, Eli,” Oliver chuckles, nibbling at my neck. “Christ, she’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Mmm. I’ve never seen her more beautiful than she is when she’s completely stuffed with cock.”
“It’s a shame we didn’t invite Lucas,” Oliver purrs in my ear.
“He could be filling your mouth right now,” Eli adds. He reaches up and pinches both of my nipples at once, and I howl with pleasure. “Hmm…but maybe that’s for the best. This way, we can hea
r those sweet little moans.”
“Ride him, Sofie,” Oliver urges me. He pulls out of my ass until only the head of his cock is inside of me, then slams it back in. Balls-fucking-deep. “Ride him with that pretty little cunt of yours while I pound this tight little ass.”
That nearly does it for me. Just hearing them talk while they move inside me. Just feeling their cocks rub against each other with only my hot pink wall separating them. But then they let loose on me and it pushes me right over the edge.
Oliver starts to jackhammer away at my ass, and the force of it leaves me bouncing up and down on Eli’s dick while Eli squeezes my breasts and I moan like a fucking whore.
And it makes me come. Oh God, it makes me come so hard. Like, universes exploding hard. Like nuclear fission. An insane burst of white-hot energy erupts inside of me that makes my whole body tense up. When it finally releases through my muscles, it’s like I’m having a seizure while I get filled the fuck up by two insanely huge dicks.
I come first, but Eli and Oliver aren’t far behind. First Eli in my cunt, then Oliver in my ass. Both of them grunting and moaning, pounding into me and pumping me to the brim with hot, steamy cum that coats my insides and leaves me fucking cross-eyed.
We all collapse after that, completely spent. If I had another ounce of energy in my body, I would maybe roll off of Eli so he doesn’t end up totally squished, but either he’s just as exhausted as I am—or he’s discovered that he doesn’t really mind.
“Fuck,” I breathe. It’s the only word I can remember right now.
“You can say that again,” Eli laughs. His chest shakes beneath me as he does it. The effect ripples through our entire cuddle puddle, until we’re all giggling like idiots.
“So, Sofie,” Oliver asks. He kisses my neck, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body is so overwhelmed with sensation right now, even the slightest touch sends my nervous system spasming. “Have you decided which of us is the winner?”
I bury my face in Eli’s chest for a second, thinking it over.
“Me,” I say with a tiny laugh of total disbelief. “Definitely, totally me.”
And I’m so right for once, neither of them even bothers to contest it. We don’t even remember to turn the video camera off. We just all melt onto the mattress together, laying on the silk sheets and basking in each other’s warmth.
Elijah
“Look who the cat dragged out,” Oliver grins as I walk in.
“You’re in my fucking chair,” I growl but he doesn’t budge. He stays put in the black high-backed leather chair at the head of the long mahogany boardroom table.
The table’s been with us since we started our business and seen its fair share of secrets. I think all of us have used it to fuck a chick on it.
To make my point, I stand over him. I don’t think he takes me seriously because he still doesn’t move.
“Pretty boy not one for sharing?” he teases and I roll my eyes.
Fucking prick can get fucked.
“Not when it comes to my chair.”
Oliver looks around the chair, pretending to give it a once over.
“Nope,” he shakes his head, “can’t see anything that says this is yours.”
He leans back and stretches his legs out.
Part of me wants to fucking punch him, but now I have to laugh.
“What fucking game are you playing this morning?”
Cindy, one of my personal assistants pokes her head through the door.
“Usual?”
I nod, before I turn to Oliver.
“Unless you want to change that this morning too?”
When we have these meetings, Cindy always arranges for coffee, strong and hot, as well as a selection of sweets to accompany them.
I’m not much into sweets, myself. But for some reason, during these meetings sweet is all that’s appropriate.
I suppose it’s no different to a good wine. You don’t just have any old fucking wine with any meal. Red wine and meat go together, whereas white wine is better suited to fish.
“You two finished sparring?” Lucas has the cap of his Mont Blanc fountain pen off and is drawing swirls and twirls onto his page.
“Depends,” challenges Oliver.
I sit three chairs down to his right. It feels fucking wrong, but I bite my tongue. Sometimes, there’s no arguing with Oliver when he’s being obstinate like today.
“I didn’t know you two have taken your sparring out of the gym and onto the office floor.”
“We haven’t,” I reply through clenched teeth.
“Don’t stress me, man,” Oliver’s clearly having fun.
I see Lucas look at us from one to the other. Oliver shrugs. He’s got the ‘I don’t know what’s fucking biting him,’ look going on.
If we were in the gym and in a sparring session, I think I’d punch him right between the eyes.
“You brought the figures?”
I nod and open my laptop. Not being able to sit where I normally sit is rankling with me. What the fuck has gotten into Oliver today?
“Well then pretty boy, spill the beans.”
I wonder if he’s smoked something, he’s not normally in such a chipper mood during our meetings.
“How are our investors taking to the new invention?” Lucas gets us back on track.
Before I can reply, Oliver interrupts.
“Has anyone heard from Sofie this morning?”
Now I have to laugh. We both fucked her yesterday and he wants to know whose heard from her. Oliver’s priceless.
“I haven’t,” I respond truthfully.
If I could, I’d gladly boast about having spoken to her this morning, but alas, I haven’t. I can see it in Oliver’s face he’s busting to share something with us. Most likely something about Sofie, from the looks of it.
He’s such a little boy and a bad poker player. The man is unable to hide his emotions or keep a secret. But sometimes, I think he also doesn’t want to, if it means he could boast about being better about something.
Lucas shakes his head, holding up some papers.
“Meeting, planning, discussing,” he says, which I take to be a negative on the subject of Sofie.
Four eyes are now on Oliver.
There’s a knock on the door and Cindy comes in with our coffees and sweets.
We wait till she’s left the room before we throw ourselves at the food like fucking starving wolves. It’s just Cindy, but we prefer she keeps her high regard of us.
I am ravenous since I’ve not had breakfast.
“I wsasw her wthis wrmoning,” Oliver is hard to understand with a mouthful of muffin.
“Could you say that again, this time before you put food in your mouth.” Lucas gets in before me.
I chuckle.
“I saw her this morning.”
Both Lucas and I stare at Oliver.
“Saw who?”
It’s a stupid, redundant question, but it’s out before I can stop it. Usually I’m not the one to ask stupid questions, on the contrary, I’m the one who’s fucking brilliant with words. But sometimes even the best of us make a mistake here and there.
“Sofie. Sofie Carson. I saw her for breakfast.”
I’d love to wipe that fucking smile off his face now.
“And?”
Oliver looks at Lucas.
“Nothing more.”
Exasperation is written all over Lucas’ face.
“I thought we were going to discuss the new invention and how the investors are taking to it.”
Oliver nods.
“I know, but I think we’d all rather talk about Sofie, don’t you agree?”
“You mean you’d rather talk about Sofie.”
Lucas and I speak at the same time. And we all laugh.
“I mean,” Oliver turns to me, “after last night, there’s no denying we are all,” he stops.
We look at each other.
What were we? Were we in love?
�
�I think we all care for her,” Oliver starts, and looks at Lucas and then me.
“Fuck, I can’t stop fucking thinking about her,” admits Lucas and puts his papers down.
“I feel the same,” I agree. How many fucking hours had I spent over the last few days staring into space because my mind refused to cooperate and only wanted to think of fucking Sofie?
“Sofie doesn’t want to choose between us you know that don’t you?” Oliver enlightens us on what Sofie wants.
“How do you know?” Lucas asks the obvious question.
Oliver rolls his eyes before he takes another mouthful of his cinnamon roll.
“She told me,” he replies. “This morning, we talked about it and she said she didn’t want to choose between us.”
Ah, so that’s what’s put him in a good mood. Sofie has that effect on me too.
“I knew she was hot to trot about me, but what the fuck does she see in you two?” I say jokingly.
“Not so fucking fast, my friend,” interrupts Lucas. “Why would you be better than us?”
“But how’s it going to work?”
Oliver stops Lucas and me from arguing the point any further.
“What do you mean how’s it going to work?”
I’m not sure I understand where Oliver’s coming from.
“With us and Sofie.”
“Fuck man. You just told us she didn’t want to choose. And why should she?”
I laugh.
“Because I’m better looking than the two of you together.”
Lucas frowns and Oliver laughs.
“I mean look at us. We’re a lot to handle. How’s Sofie, one girl, one fucking woman going to handle the likes of us?”
It takes me a second or so to realize what the fuck Oliver was prattling on about.
“Speak for yourself being a fucking handful. I’m easy to get along with, I pick up my own underwear, mostly, and on most days I think I remember to put the toilet seat down.”
I grin at Oliver.
“If you don’t have such impeccable manners you’ll have to fucking catch up.”
Lucas laughs. Oliver rolls his eyes.
“That’s not what I mean. You know what I mean.”
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