by Marina Blue
Copyright © 2016 by M. Blue
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First Printing, 2016
A little taste of what you’re in for, dear reader…
But then the unexpected happened, and both men removed their coats, and tossed them on my father’s oak desk.
And it was my turn to freeze. “What’re you doing?
“Just what you asked,” Mark said, and unbuttoned his shirt.
Oh no. Is this happening?
Both men had their shirts off in seconds, and added them to the pile of clothing. Then each unbuckled, and unzipped his pants. And I didn’t have to wait long before they were completely nude.
Holy shit! This is really happening! They called my bluff! My heartbeat doubled. I had to stop this. Had to call it off. But instead, all I did was gasp. Just a little. Because the naked men in front of me looked delicious.
Mark had dark, black hair, broad shoulders, thick biceps, and a full six-pack on his stomach. He also had colorful tattoos that ran up his arms, covered his shoulders, and spilled onto his chest. I glanced down, and saw his cock. The dark hair around it was trimmed close to the skin, and it had a thick, smooth shaft, and perfectly rounded head. It was also seven inches, easy.
I looked over at Liam. His body wasn’t nearly so thick or dark, but he was still incredibly muscular. He had blond hair, green eyes, and his frame was lean and taut. He also had a pair of gorgeous, silver hoops in his nipples. And while his dick didn’t have the girth of Mark’s, it was just as well kept, and an impressive eight inches.
I took another sip of wine. And even though my heart was pounding, I managed to steadily say, “Not bad, boys.”
“We played football in college,” Mark said. “That’s why we’re so ripped.”
“Yeah, now why are you so hot?” Liam asked.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Come on,” Mark said. “You’re a perfect ten. What’s going on there? Fat shaming at boarding school?”
What? How could these guys stand before me, completely naked, and be this confident? I wanted to yell at them. And put them in their place.
But I stayed silent. Because although I’m ashamed to say it, that was flattering as hell. Two guys this hot had never been into me. Maybe it was my head buzzing from the booze, or the fact that two naked gladiators were displayed in front of me, and I was in complete control, but I was turned on.
I finished my champagne, and put the glass, and the half full bottle, on the nearest table.
Then I let my alcohol soaked mind run through the possibilities…
I’d always wanted to fuck two guys. Always. But I’d never had the chance. And here it was. And it was perfect. My father was a deep, deep sleeper. And these two, though obviously cocky jocks, were strangers. I’d never see them again. Sure, they’d probably tell a few people, but nobody would believe them.
Still, there were some risks.
But my pussy was screaming for attention like a siren. It had been months since anything but my vibrator had been in there. And this… I didn’t want to let the only chance I may ever have to rub two cocks at once, slip through my fingers...
Dedication
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Chapter 1
Hiromi’s pout was perfect. “Oh my God, this is so boring.”
“Are you kidding?” I glanced around the vast room we were in. My father had built this mansion decades ago, something he could easily afford thanks to the billions he’d made in real estate. But despite its size, nearly every square foot was packed with his employees, drinking champagne and eating hors d’oeuvres. They were all dressed in black, which made my red gown, with the slit up its side, stand out like a rose on pavement. “This is the greatest event of the season.”
“Greatest event? Now I know you’re joking.” Hiromi was a tiny Japanese girl with thick, black hair, and she wore a tight, green dress. We’d been best friends since college, and all throughout grad school. And while you wouldn’t know it from her childish complaining, she was one of the most competent lawyers employed by my father. “Come on. Let’s sneak upstairs to your room and get baked. Or better yet, in your dad’s office. I always wanted to smoke on a desk owned by a senator.”
“You sound like a teenager,” I said. “Besides, if we get caught all hell will break loose. You know how conservative my father is.”
She suddenly had a wicked grin. “It is bad timing, I suppose.”
“You think?” I passed my gaze over the room. “My entire company’s here.”
Hiromi looked around as well. “Can you name them all?”
“Name them? I can barely tell them apart,” I said. “It’s like a casting call for a movie about accountants.”
“Ha ha ha, it really is. I guess you won’t find your prince charming tonight. Oh wait, your fantasy’s always been to fuck a pair of them, right? Or was it three?”
“Shhhh,” I glanced around. “No so loud. And yeah. It is. But there are certainly no winners here, and besides, I wouldn’t scratch that particular itch with company pens.”
“Are you sure?” Hiromi’s eyes started to shine. “What about them?” With a curt nod, she motioned towards the bar.
I followed her gaze. And stopped breathing for a moment.
Standing there, sipping white wine, were two men. And they were gorgeous. Unlike the middle-aged, middle management that surrounded me, these two wore tailored suits that hugged their broad chests perfectly. Each of them also had wide arms, tight waists, and thick thighs.
“Holy shit,” I said. “Who’re they?”
“No idea,” Hiromi said. “Let’s ask Sue.”
I looked over my shoulder. Standing close by was a frumpy woman in glasses. But despite the disheveled appearance, Sue was known as a sharp operator, or at least she was when she took the job as head of HR five years ago. I said, “Excuse me, Sue?”
“Yes?” Sue answered. “What can I-”
“No. Excuse me!” a man next to Sue barked. He was about five-and-a-half feet, had thinning hair, and a wide nose. It was Randy Timely, my boss, and the CEO of the company.
I said, “Oh, pardon me, Randy. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Well you did. And just because your father’s the chairman of the board, that doesn’t mean you can treat me as you wish. I’m still running the operation.”
Still? What did that mean? “Of course, I didn’t mean to imply-”
“Sir,” Randy said. “You should show me the proper respect.”
I took a deep breath. “Pardon me, sir. I just wanted to ask Sue a question.”
“Whatever, I’m done with her. Ask away.” And with that, he stormed off.
“Sorry about that, Sue,” I said. “The two men at the bar, who are they?”
Sue adjusted her glasses and squinted through the thick lenses. “No idea. They must be friends with someone who works for the company.” Then she finished the full glass of wine she held in a single swallow. “Oops, running dry.”
“Bar’s that way,” Hiromi said.
“Oh, I’m aware!” Sue laughed, and walked off.
Once we were alone again, I said to Hiromi, “Well, that was no help.”
“It was also unpleasant. What’s up Randy’s ass?”
“No idea. Father’s been bitching about him a lot though, b
ut he keeps his cards tight to his chest, so who knows what’s happening?”
“Wow. It’s a night of mysteries, huh? Two sexy beasts at the bar, and the furious CEO storming and shrieking. What’ll happen next?”
“Those men,” I said, “coming this way.”
“Yeah, that would be interesting,” Hiromi said.
“No.” I grabbed her arm. “They are, look.”
Hiromi turned towards the two men, who were walking straight towards us. They moved through the gathered guests like they were Greek Gods striding the earth, like the massive room we occupied was theirs, and theirs alone. And each of them had a cocky grin that looked as sexy and natural on their lips, as those suits did on their bodies.
When they arrived, they got on either side of me, and with a voice like oiled thunder, the first one said. “Good evening, I’m Mark.” He was even hotter up close, with a muscular, gorgeous build, and a dark, Latin complexion. He seemed like a Conquistador who spent a lot of time in the gym. “And this is Liam.”
His friend had the same, athletic physique, but he was the true-blue All American type, with a Viking’s square jaw, blond hair, and green eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as we all shook hands. “This is Hiromi and I’m Talia.”
“We know who you are,” Liam said. “We just wanted to come over and meet you. Oh, and to tell you that you look great.”
“Um, thanks,” I said.
“Yeah,” added Mark. He studied my body like it was dessert. “You look incandescent.”
What was that? Incandescent? Who taught him that word? “Ok. Again, thank you.”
“Symphonic,” Liam said. “That’s the right word. Looking at you is like listening to music.”
The two cocky jerks were each staring at my body, something men usually didn’t dare do blatantly. I was the daughter of Derrick Breitling after all, you showed me respect.
I said, “My eyes are up here, gentlemen.”
Both men continued to look me up and down, and Mark said, “We know. And you have gorgeous eyes, but you also have gorgeous everything else. You can’t blame us for looking.”
“Damn right,” Liam said.
That does it! I smiled and said, “Thanks. You guys don’t look half bad yourselves. Though you don’t look half good, either. Just out of curiosity, how many more steroids do you need to take to become polite again?”
“Oh!” Mark said. “Check out the mouth on this one.”
“It’s the tongue I’m thinking of,” Liam said. “Sharp and quick.”
“And those are two things you need not worry about,” I said. “Because you’ll never feel any of them.”
“Pity,” Mark said. “Because you look like one of the best rides in the park.”
“I am,” I said. “But you have to be a lot smarter to enjoy the thrill.”
“Ok, that’s enough,” Hiromi said. “As counsel for this board member I should warn you assholes that you’re pushing up on sexual harassment.”
“I’d push up on her whenever,” Liam said. “Which at a party like this, isn’t technically harassment.” His smile got wider. And one of his eyebrows rose. “Unless she wants it to be…”
“If you have to ask,” I said, “then the woman doesn’t want it.”
“Maybe she wants it,” Mark said, “but is too shy to ask.”
“Oh my God,” Hiromi said. “If you speak to every professional woman like that, you’re going to need employment very soon, and you won’t find it at Breitling Incorporated, I can tell you that.”
Both of them burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
They calmed down, and Mark said, “Nothing. Anyway, it was so nice to meet you up close, if not personal.” He turned to his friend. “Come on, the angry Asian girl’s a bit too scary. Let’s go find Jamie and mingle. Good night, Talia.”
They both looked my way. And eye fucked the shit out of me before sauntering off.
“Who were those assholes?” I said once they’d left.
“I don’t know,” Hiromi said. “But they are hot. I bet they fuck like Vikings.”
“More like a Conquistador and a Viking. But I’ll never know.”
Hiromi looked my way. “You know, you should consider it.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, not with those particular men, but with someone like them. Bad boys can be a handful, sometimes two handfuls, but they know how to make a woman feel like a woman.”
“Whatever. Guys like that are all talk. You order them to get naked, and they’ll back down immediately. I guarantee it.”
“I don’t know…” Hiromi said.
And frankly, neither did I. My mind wandered to the idea of fucking one, or even both, of those men. They were dominant assholes for certain. Cocky beyond all belief. But since they didn’t run in my social circle, or work for my company, I’d never see them again. They’d be perfect for my fantasy devil’s threesome. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not with my coworkers around. So I pushed the thought from my mind, and said, “Maybe. But I’m looking for a lot more in a man than just great sex.”
Hiromi rolled her eyes. “Right, I know the list. He has to know sign language, be a member of MENSA, and appreciate ballet. Honestly, whoever fits that bill will be dull in the sheets. I suggest taking the two idiots.”
I laughed. “First off, it’s violin, not ballet. I hate ballet. And secondly, there’s someone like that out there…”
“Yeah, you.”
I nudged her. “Hey. I loved working for the Breitling Institute for the Hearing Impaired, and while I hate to brag, I’m also proud of my status as a member of MENSA.”
“Yes, you obviously hate to brag. You only mention those things every time I see you.”
“Shut up. I’m not bragging. I’m just… choosy.”
“Too choosy,” Hiromi said. “How long’s it been since you had a man between your thighs?”
I counted it out in my head. “Five months.”
“Wow. That’s too long. Maybe you should choose one of them. Or both. For a night, at least. If you don’t, then Lucia might. Heck, she might take all three.”
“Three?” I looked over. The cocky jerks who’d just left us were standing with a third man. His brown hair was tight and looked like seal fur, and his blue eyes sparkled like gems. He looked like a Spartan. And he, along with Mark and Liam, were now chatting up one of my employees, Lucia. She was a former Colombian beauty queen, and her dark, Spanish body was perfect.
“If she does, it’s her business,” I said. “And if I do, it’ll be my choice.”
“Mmm,” Hiromi purred. “That level of control does sound great. Pity you’ll never do it.”
I laughed out loud. She was right. I could never do that. It was enticing, but just too taboo. Some fantasies are never meant to be realized. And besides, if my father found out, it would be a scandal. One he, and our family, would never recover from. “Anyway, those meatheads have the right idea, I should get back to mingling. I have some questions for Sue about the new head of security.”
“Good luck,” Hiromi said. “She’s probably more wine than woman by now.”
I winked. “Thanks.”
The rest of the night passed pleasantly enough. I spoke with Sue first, then moved to our head of finance, and then our marketing VP. The conversations dipped back and forth between personal and work topics. The only challenge I really had was that I drank a few too many glasses of wine, so that by eleven, when the guests were leaving, my head was spinning.
I said goodbye to everyone as they left, until finally our house was empty.
As I walked across the hall, the staff was finishing up their cleaning. A voice called out, “Talia, did you have a nice time?” It was my father. He wore a black suit, and was over six feet tall, with sharp features, and a perfect head of silver hair.
“I did, thanks,” I said.
“I noticed.” He looked severe. “You had two glasses
of wine, didn’t you?”
I did the math in my head. Five. No, six. I said, “Two? Uh, yes. I’m sorry. I was having a wonderful time. Unlike Randy.”
My dad nodded. “Yes. It’s a shame, but I’m going to have to fire him.”
“Fire?” I was stunned. Randy had been the CEO since I first got on the board. “Why?”
“It turned out he’s been funneling company funds to a private account. We’ve recouped most of it, I think, but still… He has to go.”
“So why was he here?”
My dad just chuckled. “I hate scandal. You know that. I don’t want anyone knowing that my Chief Executive Officer stole funds. It would look terrible. We’ll be replacing him in a month, but making the announcement next Friday.”
I nodded. “That’s big news. Who’ve you chosen to replace him?”
My father put his arm around my shoulder. “I was actually thinking about you.”
“Me?” I gasped. “Really?”
“Absolutely. You’ve earned it. You’re conservative, measured, and cautious. Just like me. I think the company would be in good, steady hands with you at its helm. Besides, you’re willing to do anything for it. In my book, that makes you the perfect choice.”
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Oh my God, thanks Daddy!” I immediately cursed my behavior. I sounded more like a little girl who just got her first pony than the CEO of a fortune five hundred company.
My dad pulled back, and lightly pushed me away. “Now, now. Let’s not be overly dramatic. But congratulations. You’ve earned it. We’ll tell the board in one week.”
“Of course.” I calmed myself down. “Thank you, father. I won’t disappoint you.”
“Of that, I’m certain.” Then he leaned in, and kissed my forehead.
And with that he went to bed.
As for me? I felt like celebrating. So I grabbed a bottle of champagne and my cell phone, and called my Japanese lawyer friend.
“Hello? Hiromi?” I said. “Guess what? I’m going to be president!”
“Of America?” she joked.
“Funny. No, CEO of the company!”
