by Lily Love
Before I have a chance to play the guessing game, the elevator doors spring open. It’s a shock, to say the least. The entire ride was so quiet, there was no music, no rattling of the chains. I step out onto the parquet flooring, older than I am. The elevator doors close behind me with a cheerful “ding”. As rude as it is, I take a few steps into the penthouse and look around, gawking really. What is on display before me is almost more than I can take.
Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the great Central Park. I almost run to them, my breath, light and spastic. I’ve never seen this side of Manhattan – the side reserved for billionaires. I instantly know where I am. The Plaza Hotel. I always knew that they had closed down a majority of the hotel for private apartments when people stopped really staying at the hotel, but I had never imagined I would ever get a chance to see it for myself.
“Welcome to the Plaza,” James’ voice is soothing as his hand, with a glass of champagne, comes into view.
“I’m so rude, but I just had to see it.” I turn to him. He’s gorgeous and wears his pride well.
“This is the Attic Penthouse. We just bought it last week.”
“I see. AP. Makes sense now.” I take the glass of champagne and swig it down. “Where’s Ethan?”
“He’s in his bedroom, making sure your payment is in order. Why don’t you head into the kitchen and get ready? Our guests will be arriving soon.” He takes the glass from my hand and points me to the kitchen where I meet the cook. She’s an older woman who barely speaks English, but her kitchen smells magnificent.
“You undress here.” She points to the pantry and goes back to chopping. I want to ask if she’s been working for Ethan and James long, but then that would be pointless if she already knew why I was here and what I was supposed to be wearing… or not wearing. I march towards the pantry and think to close the folding door behind me before I laugh to myself. Might as well forget about modesty now. I slide my mustard yellow cardigan off of my shoulders and fold it haphazardly. I narrow my eyes and look towards the cook, who is now busy over a pot of stew. My tank top is next, letting my breasts hang freely against my chest.
It feels quite liberating, actually. When I was in college, and even sometimes now a days, I would let myself air dry after a shower; just walk around with my hair up in my towel and my tits and ass flying free. It was always nice and empowering. I turn around in the pantry and look at the cook. She glances over to me and smirks, holding back a giggle, I think. She picks up her cutting board and heads back to the pot simmering on the stove top.
“You look good,” she says and points to the door back out to the living room. “Don’t forget your tray.”
I walk over to the door where a sterling silver tray is laid out. I’ve seen silver plenty of times in my life, but none as perfect as this simple, yet elegant tray. No scuff marks, not one fingerprint. It’s almost too perfect to touch. I hold it in my hands, which are now shaking, and look down onto it. My makeup is spot on, there are no lipstick marks on my teeth, and my breasts are at their all-time perkiest.
The door swings open. It’s Ethan. A smile stretches across his face when he sees me. He’s wearing a tweed sports coat and fitted slacks. A vast difference from his laid back attire back at the library. I choke out the word “hi”, but he doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he reaches underneath my skirt, his hand sliding up my inner thighs, and strokes my pussy with his finger.
“No panties? I like your style.” He walks past me and smacks my ass towards the door. I can only giggle while I try to catch my breath.
What I walk into is unlike anything I could have ever expected. There are four old men, like, old. I would say the youngest is in their early seventies. Absolutely none of them look at me. They take drinks off of my tray without even a glance. I look over at James, sitting comfortably in a 17th century armchair, to make sure I’m doing everything correctly. He nods to me, as if to say, “This is perfectly normal”. The rest of the evening goes off without a hitch. In fact, it’s almost as if I’ve been wearing a shirt this entire time.
I sit in the kitchen with the cook, who I now know to be Olga, as she talks to me about life in Russia. We’ve become quite friendly, what with her seeing my breasts and all. The clock reads 9:00pm on the dot. Usually, on a Sunday, I’d be in bed with a romance novel by now. Not tonight. James walks through the swinging door.
“Fantastic job tonight, ladies,” he reaches into his suit pocket and hands a fat envelope over to Olga. She takes it and stuffs it into her bra. She says goodnight, hangs up her apron, and disappears down the hallway. I imagine she has a family waiting for her. Lord only knows how much is in that envelope. Perhaps enough for a semester at NYU. Well, maybe, enough for text books, anyway. “And as for your payment,” James steps towards me and softly touches my bare shoulder. The hair on my arms stand up on end, “follow me.”
He spins around on his heels and marches out of the kitchen. We slither our way through the gorgeous penthouse apartment, past the gold encrusted vases, Victorian end tables, Oriental rugs, and Tiffany chandeliers. The walls are solid oak and smell like they were only made yesterday – fresh and new. Just like I am tonight. I’ve been walking around topless for hours now and have yet to feel bashful. I am enjoying this new confidence.
We arrive at the farthest room from the elevator. James turns to me and smiles, but his eyes are trying to read me. I’m curious now. Things have been leading up to this moment all night. Hell, all week. He knocks twice and opens the door.
It’s a bedroom. With one bed.
“A bedroom? I can’t exactly take this home with me.” I scoff to cover how aroused I am.
“Clever.” James’ voice is lower than usual and dances on my ear lobe. I watch as Ethan comes out of the suite bathroom, his sports coat over his bare chest and his slacks open, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. I hear the door gently close behind me. James’ hands wrap around my waist, his stubbly chin scratching my neck as his lips race to my ear. “So, what do you think?”
I have one second to make a decision. I can easily be offended and leave the room, never to see either of the billionaires again, you know, to keep hold of my morals. Or I can jump on the bed and fuck them both hard and dirty. How many opportunities like this will come along? What were the odds that these two would walk in on my day at the library? If only for the sake of coincidences alone, it would be sinful not to see where this leads.
I take a step towards the bed and it feels like I’m ice skating. My pussy is soaked, just from imagining what the next few minutes, few seconds, hold for me. I kneel myself onto the mattress and begin to crawl towards the center of the bed, towards Ethan, who has now lost his coat and is pulling his slacks to the ground. His eyes are eager, excited. His body is firm and sculpted, as is James’, who has started to follow me onto the mattress, leaving his own suit jacket and shirt on the ground behind us.
James wastes no time in lifting my skirt over my thighs and around my waist. I can feel how swollen my clit is and I wonder if it’s poking out from between my lips. I can feel his tongue slide between my legs, tracing around in circles. A fire erupts within my stomach and I reach out blindly for Ethan. He smirks at me as I gaze up into his eyes. I begin to moan as James works me into a frenzy, his tongue hot and strong. Ethan pulls his Calvin’s down, presenting his hard cock to me.
As I smile up to him, he eases ever so slightly towards me, grabbing all of my hair in his hands. He guides his cock towards my mouth and I take it in. My lips are dry and the first thrust isn’t as smooth as I would have liked it to be, but after a second or two, everything is slippery and sliding. I wrap my fingers gingerly around his cock and guide it in and out of my mouth, using my tongue to stimulate his head and my hands to jerk the shaft. I can feel as James shoves two of his fingers inside of my pussy, his pointer and middle. It’s softly at first, but as I begin to hum with pleasure, he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. I am within an inch of climaxing
.
James and Ethan work in an astounding rhythm. When one goes fast and deep, so does the other. I can feel the tip of Ethan’s cock at the back of my throat, tears in my eyes. I’ve never been mouth fucked before, but I am starting to enjoy it. James struggles with his pants as the tip of his thumb circles my asshole. It’s been years since I’ve done anal sex and I start to get nervous.
Without warning, James shoves his cock deep into my pussy. I buck my hips from surprise and relish in how wet I am. I feel the sexiest I’ve felt in a very long time. I missed sex. I missed having wild and crazy sex with strangers. I slide Ethan’s cock out of my mouth and start jerking him off with my hand. I feel completely whole with James inside of me. I feel safe. He thrusts harder and harder, going deeper and deeper than anyone ever has before. His hands grip my thighs forcefully, so hard I think he’ll leave a bruise on me for sure, but I don’t care.
I’m breathing hard, my heart is pounding, and I’ve never felt like more of a woman. I’m ready for anything now.
“Baby,” I hear James, “come taste yourself.” He pulls his cock out of my pussy and spins me around on my knees. “That’s right baby, taste yourself off of my dick. That’s right.” I wrap my lips around his cock and it tastes sweet. He’s marginally bigger than Ethan, has more girth, but both are about seven inches long. I wonder for a moment if they did that on purpose. Again, James takes all of my hair in his hands and away from my face. It’s Ethan’s turn, but he’s not moving. I can feel him lurking behind me on the bed, stroking himself and staring into me. “Baby,” James stops my mouth from sucking and pulls my chin up. “What do you want Ethan to do to you, baby?”
“I want him to fuck me.”
“I know, baby, I know. Where do you want him to fuck you?” I get instant butterflies, but I know if I stop to think about it, I’ll never let it come out of my mouth.
“I want him in my ass.” My jaw starts to hurt as Ethan approaches my anus. I stick my own finger into my pussy and get it wet. I like to use myself as a lubricant when I can and this is a night when I have plenty. James edges himself away from my face.
“I have a better idea, I have a better idea,” James lays down on his back in the center of the bed. “Get on top of me baby. Come over here, get on top of me.” I smile. James has said everything twice for the last ten minutes. Everything is happening so quickly and yet if I think to stop it, I can’t be sure I’ll ever be able to allow myself to be this irrationally sex fueled again. So I crawl towards him and straddle his hips. He eases himself into me slowly and pulls my chest to his.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say because I feel like I should. I feel like I have to.
“It’s okay, baby,” James says while spreading my ass open for me, “we’re gonna do all the work for you. You just enjoy it, okay?” I nod into his chest and Ethan rubs the head of his cock on my asshole. I take in a deep breath and hold it as he pushes a little harder. James thrusts slightly, rocking my clit and firing off lightning bolts of pleasure.
Ethan pushes off and enters me fully. I shout out loud. All I can see are fireworks as I shut my eyes tightly. I climax instantly. I can feel my pussy oozing out around James’ cock. I feel like a puppet and I pray they don’t tear me apart, but the sensation is unlike anything I could ever hope to describe. We all start to pant, the men inside me pumping to their own beats. Even though I’ve just finished, I can feel the pressure building up inside of me again.
“I’m really close,” Ethan finally speaks. His voice is deep and strong tonight. I can feel his fingertips gripping my shoulders as he thrusts harder and deeper into me. I shriek and squeal with every thrust.
“I want to taste you,” I scream out at the top of my lungs. “Both of you.” I almost hear a pop as Ethan pulls himself out of me. He scoots over to me on his knees, grunting and jerking himself. James guides my head towards him and I open my mouth just in time for Ethan to spill his cum into it. It’s hot and sticky, but it was a taste that I missed. Everyone’s spunk tastes different, but all spunk tastes the same too. It’s hard to explain, I guess. I swallow his cum like a shot of sour liquor and watch Ethan slump onto his back, breathless.
James pulls himself out of me after one final thrust and I put my mouth around his cock like a fire hose on a hydrant. He lets loose and I can feel his cum hit the back of my throat and slide down into my stomach. His wasn’t as thick as Ethan’s, but there was definitely more of it. As I take the last of it down my gullet, I slump between my two billionaires, tired and shaking. The guys have steadied their breaths.
“So,” Ethan turns to me, “what are you doing next weekend?”
I laugh aloud while my mind actually races to figure out what my plans are.
“I don’t know yet, but if you want me for another party, you better rethink the dress code.” James looks at me, quizzically. “I barely got a rise out of your guests tonight and I have perfect breasts. I think full nude might work better next time.”
Truth or Dare
Anna and Sam had been married for 5 years already, how fast time flies! They had decided that they would celebrate the milestone with a weekend away at the lakeside cabin owned by Sam’s parents. Sam’s work partner and best friend, Ryan, had just recently gotten engaged to his beautiful long-term girlfriend, Veronica. Both couples had been on many double dates together and always got on pretty well. Anna and Sam decided to invite them to come along on the weekend away, it made sense to celebrate both the anniversary and the engagement together, especially given that all four of them led extremely busy working lives.
Veronica was nervous about the whole plan, she really didn’t want to impose on Anna and Sam’s anniversary weekend. She knew herself how hard it was to find alone time with Ryan recently. The law firm that he and Sam worked at was a time consuming job, and Anna had the added stress of a two year old. She spoke to Ryan about her worries, but he assured her that both Anna and Sam were happy to share their cabin for the weekend. Veronica hoped that once she and Ryan were married, he would never invite other people to tag along to their anniversary celebrations.
Anna offered to drive; it didn’t make sense to bring two cars when one would be more than enough for the four of them. She rang Veronica and told her that she would pick both herself and Ryan up at 8am on Friday morning. While Sam and Ryan were as close as brothers, Veronica didn’t really know Anna all that well. Both couples had spent a lot of time together, but the men usually dominated the conversation. She knew that Anna had a two-year-old daughter and that she worked as a journalist for a fashion magazine, but that was about the extent of her knowledge. She thought highly of Anna though, she was a pleasant woman who worked her ass off to get to where she was, despite the fact that Sam made enough money to provide for their family. Veronica admired hardworking women.
On Friday morning, Anna and Sam arrived at Veronica and Ryan’s House at exactly 8am. Veronica invited them in for a cup of coffee and some breakfast. They engaged in small talk over pancakes. Sam gladly informed them all that according to his new weather app, they were in for a warm, sunny weekend. They all ran through a checklist one last time to make sure they hadn’t forgotten to pack anything important. Sam suggested that they could stop at a supermarket somewhere along the way to pick up some food and alcohol. Veronica was glad to hear mention of alcohol, for some reason she was really nervous about spending the weekend away with Anna and Sam, she’d be glad of a glass of wine to relax her nerves.
They all piled into the car, Anna and Sam in the front, Veronica and Ryan in the back. Ryan ran back into the house after realizing he’d forgotten to pack playing cards; he and Sam were suckers for a game of Poker. He was only in the house of two minutes, but it felt like hours to Veronica as she sat in the back silently while Anna and Sam conversed, mostly about their little girl, Cassie. Veronica had never been great at small talk; she was a very quiet and reserved woman, especially around people she was not 100% comfortable with. She was happy when Ryan finally retur
ned to the car and they could get on the road.
It was a beautiful day and the sun was beaming down on all four of them as they travelled the near 200 miles to the lake. The drive was going pleasantly, Sam and Ryan managed to keep the conversation flowing as they gossiped about their fellow work colleagues. Anna kept quiet enough as she concentrated on the road, while Veronica spent the hours taking in the breathtaking views of the coastline. Neither she nor Ryan drove so they rarely left the small town they’d grown up in. With only 30 miles to go until they reached the lakeside cabin, Sam suggested that they stop at the next convenience store to pick up some supplies for the weekend.
They picked up 2 crates of beer, a couple of bottles of wine, and a bottle of Sambuca – this weekend would be interesting! They also bought some food and snacks to keep them going until Sunday. It wasn’t long until they pulled up outside the cabin. It was beautifully secluded and right beside the lake. They pulled out their luggage and the shopping, and made their way inside. The cabin was small but had had a wonderful homely feel. It consisted of one large living/dining room, and two small bedrooms. The living room consisted of two small couches covered in beautiful crocheted cushions, a large screen TV, and a stunning stone fireplace. The bedrooms consisted of little more than a wardrobe and a double bed, but what else did one need.
They unpacked their suitcases and put away the shopping. Sam and Ryan decided they would go do a spot of fishing while it was still bright outside, and leave Anna and Veronica to get to know each other a bit better. Anna poured a glass of wine for herself and Veronica, and cut a couple of slices off of the sponge cake they had bought at the convenience store on the way. She sat on the couch across from Veronica and the two women started to get to know each other. After the first glass of wine, Veronica began to feel a lot more comfortable. In fact, she was quite enjoying spending time with such a like-minded woman. She really admired Anna.
It wasn’t long before they had polished off the first glass of wine and began the second. Veronica was already beginning to feel tipsy, but she didn’t care, she was having a great time in Anna’s company. She had never really paid much attention to how beautiful Anna was, her body was amazing, you’d have never guessed that she had a two-year-old daughter. The two women continued to laugh and joke as they shared their life stories with each other. Veronica told Anna all about how Ryan had proposed to her, and told her about some of the plans she had for the wedding. She also told her about how she and Ryan were beginning to start trying for a baby.
