12 Days

by Dark Angel

  Nico pushes his cock deep into my pussy with one last thrust.

  "FUCK! Shit! Take my fucking cum, Alyssa!" he growls.

  He can't hold back any longer, his cock exploding inside of my pussy. A wave of cum floods my cunt.

  My walls clench tight around the shaft of his cock. I want to milk all his cum. My greedy walls need his cum deep inside of me, and he still keeps coming. The cum mixes with my own and spills out all over the floor of the balloon.

  "Such a good fuck, baby!" Nico grunts as the last of his cum fills my pussy, and he pulls out.

  Ethan takes Nico's good fortune as an invitation to slide down and push his own cock into my cum-coated pussy. He slams balls deep into me.

  Each of these men takes turns using my mouth. When one pulls back, the next one pushes down my throat. I lose track of whic cock belongs to which man. I don’t fucking care as long as they keep feeding my mouth and my pussy those perfect lust muscles.

  All my inhibitions are gone. I feel as though I’m truly living for the first time. Maybe this is everything I've ever wanted and never knew. If so, I’m a becoming a wanton temptress, addicted to cock that’s fucking twice the size of an average man. At least I think that’s the average. Who knows? I don’t have to worry about it because when I met these men, I found a small piece of heaven on earth.

  Sean is getting close to an explosion. When his cock pushes into my mouth, I can feel the swells of the veins and the increasing amounts of fluids.

  "Babe, I going to come. Open that throat for me."

  Sean holds my head, his cock shoving deep into my throat. Holding me tight, the jets of hot cum pump down my throat, filling my stomach with my new favorite rich and creamy dessert. There’s just so much cum for me.

  I use my tongue to press against the thick underside veins. I can milk a man with my mouth, and I’m going to. I won’t stop until I suck down every last drop of cum Sean has for me.

  He tastes incredible. I’m one blowjob away from needing a twelve-step program for my cock addiction.

  Ethan takes the opportunity to flip my body over, placing me on my hands and knees.

  His voice is demanding the moment he opens his mouth. "I'm going to fuck that tight ass!"

  I gasp. Oh my god, YES!

  Rubbing the head of his cock over my tiny hole, Ethan pushes the head of his sopping wet dick into my asshole. He waits for a moment to allow me to adjust to the girth of his cock.

  I moan out in pleasure.

  Ford uses a moment of vulnerability to slide beneath my body, aiming his massive cock at my pussy. They’re going to double penetrate me, and I can’t think of anything I want more in this moment.

  "Oh, fuck. Yes!" Whimpers come deep from within my body.

  As though we’re a well-oiled machine, they both push inside of me at once, completely in synch.

  Grunting.

  Moaning.

  My body fills with twenty-four inches of rock-hard cock.

  Though my lips are covered with the cum from another man’s cock, I lean down and kiss Ford. Our mouths are massaging over one another in a filthy dance of seduction. I'm delighted with pleasing these men.

  I shake almost violently at the impact of my body opening up for their cocks.

  None of this has anything to do with that perfume. Unless it’s somehow lingering on their bodies, this is all me. I’m certain it is. I'm different now. Less inhibited. Not worried about what anyone thinks of me anymore.

  I’m all about slutting it up for any and all of my twelve men. I have a hundred and forty-four inches of cock at my disposal, and I never want to waste an inch.

  Ethan kisses up my back, stopping when he reaches my neck. Soft bites on my flesh leave marks on my once flawless skin. I don't care. I want it. To be covered with the sins of the flesh.

  Each time they mark me, it’s as though the artist signs the masterpiece. And I’m the fucking canvas.

  Moaning incoherently at this point, I’m so close to coming. I know it’s going to be insane.

  I arch my back, pushing my ass hard against Ethan's cock, and I succumb to the pleasure. I can't deny it any longer, and my body convulses in a dance of pure orgasmic bliss.

  "Ride that wave, baby. Come harder for us," Ford demands as his cock continues forcefully pumping into my swollen pussy walls.

  Both Ethan and Ford push their cocks into the deepest point, holding inside of me. I know this is so I’ll achieve maximum pleasure. Maybe—no, there’s no maybe about it, I’m sure of it—they’re trying to make me addicted to this new life. The one that involves me having multiple lovers.

  And I’m thinking I’m totally okay with that. Hi, my name’s Alyssa, and I’m addicted to cock.

  These men are making my body tremble with the anticipation of them coming inside me. I want to feel their cocks fill my pussy and ass with hot, sticky cum, each one of them swollen and ready.

  I’m almost shocked when they both come at the same time. Waves of cum start to pump into my asshole. A second later, my pussy is taking all of Ford's cum deep inside.

  "Fuck. Take it all, Alyssa!" Ethan bites out as his balls empty into my asshole with a hot supply of sperm.

  Not to be left behind, Ford shoots all his cum into my pussy, grunting with every wave of liquid gold he pumps inside my hot little cunt.

  We all collapse on each other. Our bodies are totally saturated in cum and sated from the strenuous workout.

  "I’ll be lowering the balloon now."

  The machine operator gives us the heads up that we will be landing soon, and I giggle. He got quite the show.

  Each of the men wipes himself off, putting clothes back on. But I have no clothing. Someone tossed those over the side of the aircraft.

  Ethan hands me a towel and a blanket that we used for the floor. When we land, there’s a car waiting to whisk us away. No one will see me in my current state.

  I’m still shaking and quivering—in the best way possible—when they place me in the backseat of the limousine. There’s no need for words.

  That sex was one of the hottest fucks of my life. Like ever. I think we broke records here, but no one will read about this is any book. It's our little secret.

  Chapter 26

  Sean

  A secret that I keep between to myself is that the boardroom and the conference table always look intimidating when it’s just me here.

  Not that I mind, though. The emptiness is like a challenge, and sometimes those other eleven guys can almost fill things up too much and make it too easy.

  The addition of Alyssa almost feels like things are finally complete, like she’s the missing piece of a puzzle that makes this whole project make sense.

  But is it the fragrance that makes me feel this way? If it is, why am I thinking like this?

  It’s like she completes the puzzle but then creates a whole other puzzle–unless if I’m just overthinking it.

  This is what I need my collaborators for–to figure out enigmas like these.

  I always like some time alone in the boardroom before meetings, if I can help it. Except this time, I’m relieved that it’s only a few minutes between calling the meeting and hearing the footfalls of the entire group–I have that sound memorized by now–getting closer.

  “At your beck and call as always, my liege.” Owen’s the first to enter, with some mild snark. I don’t know what I’m pulling him away from.

  “This is more important,” I fling back.

  “Oh, but of course.” Owen takes the seat closest to me, laughing lightly. He’s fine.

  The ten remaining board members file in with the usual flood of wingtips clacking on the floor and the soft tones of tailored fabric brushing up against itself. There is a new urgency this time–more rush to pull seats, get settled, and begin paying fucking attention than usual.

  “Gentlemen,” I begin, and already there’s a swell of laughter, because nobody expects me to talk like that, “I just want to say that I’m enjoying this new
enthusiasm.”

  “Is that why you called this meeting?” Owen’s still digging in. This time I laugh and no one else does. Some associates I have.

  “Just the first item on the agenda,” I assert, and there’s another round of laughter. “I’m glad you’re all on my side again.”

  “We just know that there’s no fucking agenda.” Nico punctuates his obvious statement with a sharp little guffaw.

  “Thanks for enlightening us, Nico,” spouts Ethan, picking up the slack for me.

  “Now, now, I’m not running into this blind. I think we’re all getting to be somewhere on the same page.”

  I’m taken by surprise at how forceful, how serious I sound–not that I have trouble being forceful or serious when I want to be. But at work, even with something as monumental as this fragrance, I try to keep some kind of balanced detachment from it all. I don’t let my emotions get involved.

  I sense the air getting sucked out of the room. I’m definitely hitting some kind of nerve, one that rarely affects twelve steely-eyed fucking bosses with more than enough demonstrated toughness to be considered rising stars in the entire fucking industry.

  We’re all feeling it, though. I know I am. All of us are sitting in this room, with considerable power between us, unable to have a collective word to say.

  “We’re obviously not,” Ty adds, snapping me back into reality, “or else we wouldn’t all be sitting here waiting to hear whatever it is that’s so important.”

  “It’s Alyssa.” There are so many levels to those words as I speak them. They sure get everyone’s attention.

  “Yeah,” says Tristan, trying to control a quaver of excitement in his voice. “What’s new, though?”

  If there is something new, and I think there is, it’s of great interest in this boardroom. I know I’d never be able to get the degree of undivided attention splashed across the eleven other faces at this conference table on my own. I quickly mull over using this rare opportunity to get one or two things off my chest, but I can’t even think of one or two things besides this pressing–potentially evolving–Alyssa situation.

  “Everyone at this level,” I begin, delivering my words like it’s the defining speech of my career, “has ulterior motives. Sometimes it’s nothing, but sometimes it can really be something.”

  “You’re talking about Alyssa?” Finn is half-asking, half-accusing me of tiptoeing around the point, and he’s right.

  “What’s your ulterior motive, then, Sean?” Tate doesn’t even give me half a second to respond to Finn before beginning his own interrogation, although he sounds more amused than solemn like Finn.

  “None. I’m referring to Alyssa. To how we’re all getting taken in.”

  We’re surely reaching a boardroom record for number of heavy silences during a meeting. Not that any of us are complaining. I think we’re all mulling over how incredible the leadup to this launch has become.

  “So fucking what?” Owen’s taken it upon himself to be the main adversary in this meeting. I respect him for it because it’s cutting through some of my formless ramblings.

  “So, fucking what is that she has something going on herself. That doesn’t mean it’s bad for us, or has anything to do with anything we give a shit about, but she has her own objectives in mind, whatever they are.”

  That weird stiltedness leaves rapidly, and the boardroom reverts to its usual self: twelve voices laughing, swearing, trying to talk over each other. Except me. I wish I had a gavel sometimes, to bang on the table and bring order to the boardroom. After a few seconds, everyone calms the fuck down.

  “Hey, what is your motive anyway?” Tate repeats himself but with a snarl this time. I can feel the annoyed energy coming at me, not just from Tate, but also from everyone there.

  “Fuck. Let me start over.”

  The whole room goes up in a tidal wave of laughter. It’s mostly relief, and that’s why I’m cracking up, too. I just needed to remind everyone that I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.

  “Anyway,” I resume after everyone starts to calm down, “Alyssa’s aiming for something. We may find out what it is, and that’s something to keep in mind. I say that because I don’t really care, and I don’t think any of you do either.”

  “I don’t know if you did any better this time,” Nico gets out before starting to laugh again.

  “Yeah, gotta agree with that,” Owen says smugly while leaning back in his seat and actually putting his hands behind his head, just in case he wasn’t arrogant enough. “But I also agree with Sean.”

  “Way to redeem yourself, Owen.” I give him a friendly point, and he points back, still looking smug, but I can forgive him.

  I try leaning back a bit myself, looking up at the insanely high boardroom ceiling, and I’m starting to feel feverish, blood rushing to certain regions. It’s a really nice fucking feeling to have at work, and it’s thanks to Alyssa.

  “See?” Theo’s voice jolts me back to the meeting. “She does that. Right?”

  “Heh. Right.” I go back to the ceiling. My moment of having everyone attentive, maybe the last time that’ll ever fucking happen, is now in the past, and I couldn’t care less.

  “I think there’s only one person on our minds now,” Ethan says for the first time this meeting.

  “Usually when that happens,” Tristan interrupts, “it’s something we’re all worried about.”

  “And we’re not usually finishing each other’s fucking sentences, either,” Nico inserts quickly.

  “That’s my point!” Ethan’s not finished, and he’s retaking the floor. “We’re all in agreement, it seems, and it’s not about some fucking debacle for once.”

  “My point, too,” Tristan says.

  “I guess it’s my point, too,” I say. The meeting’s out of my control, but I’m trying to bring it full circle anyway. “I also don’t know what Alyssa’s objectives are. I just wanted to broach that topic, and make certain that we’re all in agreement that we trust her.”

  I think I did bring it full circle, because there’s another one of those weird silences–except it feels more relaxed this time. A comfortable boardroom silence; it’s like the world’s gone topsy-turvy in the best way possible.

  There’s still a trivial issue–well, not so fucking trivial for me–but it’s something I’m not going to bring up at this meeting. Clearly, we all feel very warmly about Alyssa, which is an understatement. There’s just no way of knowing if anyone else in this room feels as warmly as I do.

  This is the kind of shit I try to detach myself from at work. I have a spotless success record with that, so far. I’ll try to detach again.

  “That’s it from me. Is there anything else to bring up while we’re all here?”

  It’s a formality, and I have a bad feeling about asking.

  “I trust her, but I also really like her.” The words come from Ford, but at the same time it’s like they come from everyone.

  Chapter 27

  Alyssa

  I know that not every job I do is going to be a learning experience, and I’m lucky if any part of my professional life inspires personal growth or actually brings happiness. That is a lot to ask for.

  You know what I always thought would be plain impossible to ask for? To feel the tingling, the heat, the pure exhilaration I’m feeling walking toward my current place of work, that building that I dreaded going near not that long ago.

  The place which I know can bring me fulfillment like nothing else. The tentative, uncertain me that I was when I first stepped into the lobby, dealt with the security guard, and saw the people here, especially the twelve gifts of perfection that have thrown me for the loop of a lifetime.

  This time, I’m not worried about what anyone thinks, about how I’m going to do my job or what the future’s going to bring.

  I’m just feeling the heat and the murmurings of ecstasy already forming all over my body. I didn’t think I could be naive anymore, that I had any more awakenings
to work through, but thinking about that first day again, I’m not feeling anything different now. I’m just more aware of it.

  I’m so aware of it, I want to show off how aware of it I am. No more hiding in shame; it’s past time for me to show off what I’ve got, to embrace it, and to do it up right this time.

  Am I excited about advancing my career? Why, yes, I am in a very polite way.

  Am I excited about putting on a proper show today? Hell fucking yes.

  My heart’s pounding and my knees are going wobbly just thinking about even a few of the dozen miraculous specimens watching a full demonstration of my passion.

  Who will it be there now? Ethan? Tate? Owen?

  I can’t hope for all twelve, but there must be more than one of them. Every combination has floored me in ways I could never when I first ambled though that door with my stacks of papers.

  They should all be there. That’s the hope that’ll keep me afloat while striding through the entrance.

  If it doesn’t happen, that thought alone is enough to keep me going for now.

  There has to be someone there, ready to take in the performance of a lifetime. It’s not like I’ve ever performed before, but I guess I’ve been bitten by the show biz bug.

  Will it be Owen? Sean? All of the above?

  The more of them there watching me, the better I'm bound to perform. Of course, if the whole group is actually there, available, ready and willing to watch me express what I feel coursing through me, more so now that I'm inside and taking in the corporate surroundings.

  There's nothing intimidating about it. I'm here to intimidate, if anything. I'm here to show my power, and to confirm how fucking hot I am and how fucking hot I feel.

  It's working already. The security guard, perched up so high that he's almost smooshed against the ceiling, is shaken out of his coolly superior vibe. All it takes is the vision of me strolling in like it's fucking nothing that I'm exuding pure hotness.