Christopher's breathing sped up, his fingers dipping into her pussy. He reached his fingers deep inside her, rubbing her frontal wall in an effort to find her G-spot. His other hand pressed down on the soft flesh right above her pussy, compressing it between his hands.
She arched her hips to give him easier access, shifting her upper body to the side to get them closer together. She licked up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue against his balls when they were in range. She spent extra time on the sensitive glans under his bulbous head. Putting the head of his cock back in her mouth, she widened her jaw. Her hand reach up to his ass and pulled him closer.
Christopher's fingering intensified as her mouth slid down almost to his nest of curly hair. He pulled his hips away from her and his cock slowly pulled out of her throat and popped out of her mouth. A river of spit ran down his shaft and soaked his balls. He replaced his fingers with his thumb and pressed a slick middle finger against her asshole. As he gently probed her sphincter, he guided his cock back into her waiting mouth.
Nesha stroked his balls and moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel him tense up and try to pull out, but she held onto the base of his cock and kept him inside her mouth.
“Unnh!” Christopher groaned loudly.
A small spurt of cum hit her tongue and was following by several full pumps, which she swallowed. She loved it when she could have such control over a man’s pleasure. She gripped him hard at the base of his cock and milked it up to the tip, emptying it of every drop of seed. Nesha released her grip.
Christopher pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her. His tongue plunged into her, blowing through her mouth like a gladiator on a conquest. He put his arms underneath her and pulled her down to the end of the massage table. He walked to the foot of the table, stroking himself savagely. He lifted her legs and rested her calves against his shoulders. His cock snaked up her belly, almost reaching her belly button.
“Are you ready?”
“Shut up and get inside me!”
Christopher rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, smiling as she squirmed. Then he slid the head up and down her labia, slick from the combination of her juices and the spit on his cock. He pressed forward, and in one smooth motion was buried to the hilt inside her.
She cried out in pleasure, it having been so long since a man had filled her up. No toy could ever compare to the feeling of his hard hot shaft bottoming out inside her. Her hands grabbed the end of the table to hold on for dear life as he pulled out and rammed into her again. Her breasts were a blur as Christopher picked up his pace, pounding her over and over.
Christopher pulled all the way out and paused, eliciting desperate whining sounds from Nesha. He grabbed her hips, plunging back into her. His heavy balls slapped into her thick ass.
She looked down at this beast of a man, sweat sticking his hair to his head and running down his chest and abs. “Take me from behind,” she gasped in between thrusts.
Obeying, he pulled out of her. With astonishing strength and speed he flipped her over onto her stomach, her pussy presenting to him off the end of the table. He mounted her from behind, his pumps nudging Nesha's clit against the edge of the table.
Being taken like this was too much for Nesha. Being able to give up the power and responsibility that stressed her out every day was an amazing feeling. She felt Christopher's big hands grab her hips hard and it was this sensation that sent her over the edge. She came, her orgasm rocking through her and her pussy clamped down on Christopher's cock. Her spasms milked him, sending him over the edge and she felt his seed blossom inside her.
Grunting and panting, Christopher pulled out of Nesha, a slurry of their cum dripping out of her passage. He grabbed a few towels from under the table and wiped them both off. He sat Nesha up on the edge of the table and planted soft kisses all over her face.
“You’ve made my day, Nesha.”
“Does that mean my spa day is now at an end?” she asked coyly. Unbelievably, there was still a part of her that wanted more. After being starved of sexual contact for so long, a long dormant hunger still raged inside her.
“Not quite yet. Michael is waiting for you in the hot tub.”
“Well, that sounds nice, and I really appreciate the day you’ve carefully orchestrated for me. But right now I’d like to suggest a slight change in plans,” she said.
Christopher's eyes rose in surprise. “Change in plans?”
Taking his hand in hers, Nesha led them both out into the hallway. The cool air hit their nude bodies and both were refreshed. Getting to the main room, Christopher pointed down the hallway to the hot tub room and they went inside. The room was all dark wood paneling, made to look like a European sauna. Michael stood next to an above ground hot tub that could easily fit four. He looked at them quizzically.
“Plans have changed,” Christopher said with a straight face.
“Changed to what?” Michael asked.
Nesha ignored their questions and walked to a shower head along a wall and let a stream of cool water flow down over her. The crispness woke every nerve ending in her skin. Christopher joined her briefly, washing their fluids off himself.
She turned off the water, and took Christopher by the hand again. He walked him over to where Michael stood. With one hand she tugged at the knot in Michael's robe and it fell open. Her hands sought out the two cocks before her, feeling the soft pulsing flesh in each.
“Are you both ready?” she asked, gently leading them both by their manhoods into the hot tub. She nestled in between both men, needing to feel their strong bodies crush her. The water was nice and hot, a refreshing change from the cool shower. A ferocious tide of bubbles churned the water, like a thousand hands jostling her about. For a few minutes they all laid there, Nesha leaning back against the rim of the tub with her eyes closed, soaking it all in.
Then she turned to face Michael, knowing he was the fresher of the two. Her mouth went to his neck, licking and nipping him there. She felt Christopher's hand go to her rear, idly playing with her ass.
Michael grabbed the back of her head and brought his mouth down to hers. They kissed, Michael's hands going to her breasts. They were incredibly sensitive after the day of abuse they’d taken at the hands of these two studs, but Nesha didn’t object. She relished in the little aches and pains she’d earned at the hands of these voracious men. Michael's fingers tweaked her battered sore nipples, causing tremors down Nesha's back.
Her hand went under the water, brushing past his stiff cock and grabbed his smooth shaven sac. She jumbled and softly squeezed his full balls, knowing they must be bursting with cum. She broke off their kiss and licked her way down to his chest. She took a nipple in her mouth. Time for payback. Her tongue bombarded his sensitive red nub, her teeth grazing it and tugging at it. Her hand under the water went to his cock, so broad she couldn’t wrap her hand completely around it. She ran her fingers up to the top and pulled the foreskin down, rolling the head around in her fingers.
Christopher's hand on her ass delved deeper. His finger played with her asshole, softly circling it. Without warning, he pushed into her, passing her sphincter. Just dipping to the first knuckle, he was careful not to push too far too fast.
Nesha stiffened momentarily, but then she adjusted to the new sensation and rocked her hips to his gentle fingering. She felt something brush against her leg and knew his cock was coming back to life. She hoped he would be able to perform shortly. With a final hickey-planting suck, she released Michael's nipple and motioned him to sit up on the edge of the tub. I wonder if he tastes different than Christopher.
Christopher's finger slipped out of her ass and he leaned back, watching appreciatively as Nesha knelt in front of Michael. The head of Christopher's cock came up out of the water line, his hand working his shaft.
Michael looked down at Nesha as she pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock and took him into her mouth. His wide girth meant deepth
roating him was out of the question, but that didn’t slow her tongue as it slid around the underside of his cock. He groaned and locked eyes with her, the intensity building as he watched her struggle to fit more of him in her mouth.
Her hand rested against his smooth abs, his spasms and tightening telling her when she did something particularly right. Soon a steady flow of pre-cum was dribbling out of his cock, salty and musky. She thought his cum tasted the same as Christopher's. She slid her tongue against the tip of his cock, teasing more to dribble out his urethra. She gently raked her teeth along the head of his cock, smiling up at him.
“Keep that up and I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours,” Michael grunted.
“I’m not letting you off that easy,” she said. She looked over to Christopher, then down at his engorged rod. “Come over here and do something useful with that.”
Christopher eased over behind her, his hands probing underneath the water. They groped her ass, pulling it apart as his shaft settled up against her pussy. He eased into her, taking his time. She felt his long cock against each ridge in her tunnel, stretching her out. He bent over, laying on top of her. His hand went down to her front and her rubbed her clit while pumping his hips back and forth.
Michael grabbed Nesha by the hair, who gave out a little giggle before being muffled by his rigid manhood. His hand guided the back of her head up and down, fucking her mouth with abandon while his friend fucked her from behind. It only took seconds for all three to settle into the same rhythm.
Nesha moaned in ecstasy as the two men spit roasted her. She felt like a cog in a lust fueled machine, two pistons alternating in and out her two ends. She could feel Michael begin to tense up, but she knew she didn’t want him to cum yet. I don’t know if he can recover as fast as Christopher, and I don’t want to risk it. She pulled her mouth off his cock, and his breathing slowed as the cool air tempered his impending orgasm. Her hand went behind her to stop Christopher's pumping.
“Let’s switch things around,” she cooed through half lidded eyes. She urged Michael to lie down along the wide tile edge of the hot tub. She climbed on top of him and guided his thick member to her opening. She breathed in slowly, relaxing her pussy to let in his wide cock. The tip slipped in and she slowly slid down the rest of his shaft.
Christopher stood next to them and brought his cock to Nesha's mouth.
She tasted herself on him, and bobbed her head up and down. At the same time her bottom came to rest on Michael's thighs and she sat there, savoring the feeling of him filling her up. After a moment she began to ride him, slowly bouncing up and down while continuing to work Christopher in her mouth.
Christopher's hand fondled her ass while she serviced him, kneading her ample backside and dipping a finger into her asshole. He didn’t hold back, and sank his whole finger into her. As she adjusted and got used to the presence back there, he slid a second finger into her and began pumping in and out.
She pulled her mouth off his cock and started breathing heavily. Every time Christopher timed his plunge with her landing on Michael's cock, a grunt escaped her. This is so close to being perfect, but we just have one more thing to do. She grabbed Christopher's cock and guided him on top of her. She laid down forward against Michael, her mouth going to his neck. She could feel his balls tightened up around the base of his shaft, and knew his orgasm wasn’t far off.
She felt Christopher above her, his hot solid body barely pressing down on her. His hand went to his mouth, then to his cock, leaving it glistening with natural lubricant. His rock hard nipples stabbed into her shoulders, and the head of his cock worked between her ample ass cheeks, seeking her backdoor. He made tiny circles with his cock head to work its way inside her. After a few seconds, Nesha opened up and he slid slowly into her. He began pumping into her, but not too deep.
Biting down on Michael's neck, she lifted her ass off him slightly. Wow! This was the most intense thing Nesha had ever felt, these two young men sandwiching her, sharing her body for their release. Just the idea was bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. Her hand went below Michael's cock and fondled his balls. She rocked back and forth, both men entering and leaving her in the same stroke. Her clit rubbed against the hairless base of his cock. She grunted and bucked like a wild animal, slamming into these young studs as her orgasm crashed over her.
The tremors that went through her body triggered both men, and she felt hot seed flood into her from above and below. Christopher's spurting was done quickly, but Michael's girth spasmed over and over, filling her with his cum. His balls empty, they relaxed away from his body and sagged back down.
Christopher pulled out of her and went back into the hot tub, leaning back and closing his eyes. The long scar down his shoulder was a pale white against the red of his hot skin.
Nesha laid on Michael, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his heart thumping and hers answering in kind. She felt him soften inside her and slip out, his sticky length tickling her pussy lips. She picked herself up and slid into the hot tub, pulling Michael in after her. All three were stretched out in the hot tub, floating in the afterglow of what they’d just experienced.
“So…,” Nesha said, breaking the silence, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why I’m your honored guest?”
“He didn’t tell you yet?!” Michael asked, astonished.
“I think the mystery added some excitement to the mix.” Christopher said. That got him a stern look from Nesha, and he raised his hands in defense. “Ok, Ok…I’ll come clean.”
“Finally,” she said.
“You saved our lives,” Christopher said, matter-of-factly.
“What?” Nesha looked to Michael, who nodded.
“It was about seventeen years ago, and my parents were driving me and my best friend Michael home from field hockey. Right as we came to the overpass on the freeway…” Christopher said, but Nesha stopped listening as the memories came back to her.
It all came back to Nesha now. That horrible crash. She had been on her way home from her nursing residency and stopped right after the accident. The parents stumbled out of the car and fell unconscious. The two boys in the back, trapped when a fire started under the car. Nesha smashed the windows with a piece of concrete and pulled both boys to safety before the car went up in flames. Ambulances came soon after and the whole family was rushed to the hospital. But those boys couldn’t have been more than…ten or eleven.
“…And then there was a lot of physical therapy, but we all made it through ok. Inspired by that, we decided to open a spa to help others. And who better to invite for the grand opening and VIP treatment?” Christopher smiled at Nesha. “We got your name from the police reports back then, and you weren’t hard to track down.”
Wide-eyed, she looked back and forth between them.
“So yeah…that’s the big secret. Is there anything you want to know?” asked Michael.
“Yes,” Nesha said. “Do you validate parking here or at the front desk?”
They all laughed at this, smiling and shaking their heads.
FIN
CHOCOLATE VANILLA SWIRL TITLE PAGE
Chocolate Vanilla Swirl
by
Becca Fanning
CHOCOLATE VANILLA SWIRL
“Is this Iyesha Barnes?” a strange voice came through the phone. Barely conscious, Iyesha’s eyes tried to focus on the caller ID on her cellphone but it was all a blur. The light barely coming through the blinds told her it was still early. Much earlier than the 10am she normally rolled out of bed.
“Yerth…” Iyesha mumbled. Her tried licking her lips but her mouth was a desert. She tried to sit up but any attempt to raise her head above her pillow caused crushing pain behind her eyelids. Oh yeah…margarita bowls. Those sounded like such a great idea last night. Now…not so much.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Iyesha Barnes…do I have the right number?” the voice now said. Pure exasperation came out of Iyesha’s phone. Whomeve
r this person was, they’d already had a very long day.
Iyesha swallowed, painfully. “Yes, this is Iyesha.” Her spare hand fumbled blindly by the side of the bed, hoping some kind of hydration was in arms reach. “Uhh…how can I…help you?” Satisfied with her professional businesslike response, her hand found a bottle and she brought it up to her face. Raspberry Vodka? Why would I buy this instead of clean crisp water?
“Ms. Barnes, my name is Maxwell. We got your name from Aaronshire Assistants. We have an immediate need for someone with your qualifications. I have three questions that I have to ask, however.”
“Ok, go ahead,” Iyesha said while trying to remember who the hell Aaron-whatever Assistants were. Ahh! That agency I gave a resume to when Dad threatened to cut off my rent money. That day began with an unexpected visit from Dad, which lead to a mad dash to clean up incriminating evidence around the apartment. Then she shoved the cute skater boy under her bed, where he had to keep quiet for two hours until her Dad left.
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