Double Daddies: An MFM Romance Box Set

by Chloe Maddox

  He just winked at me and drove me back to my hotel room. He was silent throughout the ride but every now and then I’d see him reach down between his legs and grab his junk. Even though he had his pants on I could tell just by the way he wrapped his fingers down there he must have had something big.

  This was how I spent my first night in my new home town.

  Chapter Two

  There was a cold cup of coffee on the bedside table and a box with a few donuts when I finally awoke the next morning.

  “Aah, shit,” I groaned when the massive, head-splitting headache suddenly hit me with a vengeance. I lay back down and crashed onto the pillow.

  Wait… was I naked? I sat right back up and checked. I had absolutely nothing on. Was Dick in here last night? Did he and I do anything? Did we have sex? Was he the one who bought the coffee and donuts? So many questions rummaged through my head and I had not a single clue to figure out what the heck happened after we left the bar.

  I looked around and found my purse down on the floor. I reached for it, took my phone and checked the time. It was nine in the morning.

  “What the fuck happened?” I asked myself out loud.

  I guess I could figure it out later when I meet up with him and his friend. That did remind me, however, of whether or not I could even handle that kind of job. I was a model but here was Dick asking me to be a damn secretary.

  I decided to take the last aspirin I had in my bag and then to continue sleeping for another hour. When I did wake up again my headache was fading and I took the remaining time to take a hot shower, eat the donuts and work in front of the mirror.

  My natural hair was golden blonde but the longer I stared at my reflection the more I liked how red looked on me. I might dye my hair again once the color starts to fade.

  By noon time I decided to get dressed and just wait on Dick at the shop across the street. I opened my luggage and put on a black mini-skirt, a grey sleeveless top and a black hat with a nice, wide brim. The darker colors made my milk-white skin glow and I loved how it would make men stare at my legs.

  Buzz!

  “What the hell?” I grabbed my phone again and discovered a text message. I changed my number. How did someone get my number?

  It was Dick. “Hey, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  Wow, he really did mean it. I guessed it was time for me to go. When I was ready, I grabbed my purse and walked out the hotel.

  I crossed the street and discovered that the donut shop was a lot bigger and a lot more luxurious than I had presumed. It wasn’t the typical diner-type café that cops stay in. It had expensive leather seats, romantic dim-lights, and an elegant interior design.

  When I walked through the doors I looked around and to my surprise, I found Dick already there. I checked my phone and realized he was about fifteen minutes early.

  Dick spotted me and waved for me to head his way. This was when I saw he looked nowhere like the country hick he was last night. Gone were the red plaid shirt and the cowboy boots. In their place was a clean, plain black polo shirt and dark cream slacks. He looked like a big-time businessman. All he needed was a suitcase.

  I took the opposite him. A waitress came by.

  “Hi, I’ll have a plain, glazed donut and a hot cappuccino,” I told her.

  “Small, medium or large for your coffee?”

  “Medium, please,” I instructed and the waitress left when I had nothing more to add. I then turned to Dick and greeted, “Hey, you’re really early.”

  Dick gave me a sly smile and raised an eyebrow as he said, “I like to be early when I know how hot my breakfast is going to be.”

  The way he said that just gave me goose bumps. I could see how he stared at me, like he was undressing me with his eyes, and it made me wonder even more about what may have happened last night when I was too drunk in the hotel room.

  “I-I saw some donuts and cold coffee in the room,” I tried to steer the conversation. “Were you there last night?”

  His face twisted with shock and a big smile. “Really?” he scoffed at me but with some level of delight. “You don’t remember?”

  “I don’t remember what? Come on, you have to tell me!”

  He giggled softly and then took a sip from his own cup of coffee before he said, “You gave me a really smoking hot lap-dance last night and even gave me a sweet little hand job before you licked my cum and admitted you were going to be my little baby girl.”

  My jaw dropped and I was so tempted to just slug him across the face. “I did not do such a thing or admit that.”

  “How would you know, you were drunk?”

  “Can you prove it?” I asked him with a finger pointed at his face.

  “You’ve got a birthmark on your lower back side and you’re full name is Selena Marie Ohlsson.”

  Well, fuck, I guess that does prove it. “Why in the world did I give you a lap dance? D-did we…”

  “Fuck?” he was becoming more straightforward than the slightly amusing gentleman he was last night. “No, we didn’t. I did like that lap dance and the way your mouth worked my cock. You did this really nice thing with your tongue –“

  – “Stop there there,” I cut him off. “I don’t need to know the details. Fuck, I’m embarrassed as is without the need of telling me all the kinky details.”

  Dick laughed and the waitress returned with my order. I dug into my food and tried to hide my blushing cheeks my focusing my attention on my coffee. It didn’t really matter anyway – he was still looking at me with that big, charming smile of his.

  “Well, if you say so,” he told me as he finished his coffee. He then looked his coffee and whipped out his phone from his breast pocket. It was the first time I realized he even had such a nice phone.

  “Hey,” I said with squinted eyes focused solely on his phone. “How did you get my number? Did I give it to you last night?”

  He simply nodded back. He was a little too busy replying to whoever texted him. I just waited patiently and ate my lunch.

  “Victor’s going to be here in a minute,” he told me without ever looking up from his phone.

  I swallowed the last bit of my donut and pondered about that real quick and asked, “You guys gay or something?”

  Dick chuckled and shook his head, “We were best friends growing up. He pretty much met every girl I ever went out with and I knew all his girls too. We joined the Army together and we went to college together.”

  “The Army?” Even I had to admit that was pretty impressive.

  He nodded and gave me a wicked grin. “That was a few years back. I’m thirty-six now.”

  “I’m twenty-four,” I guessed I had to let him know since he was honest enough to tell me his age.

  Both our heads turned when the front entrance doors swung open and in walked a man about as tall as Dick – a few inches over six feet high – and also had a lean, muscular build. He had dirty blonde hair, a sexy moustache, and bright green eyes. He also wore semi-formal attire and had in hand a folder with some papers. Judging from his appearance I could only assume this was Victor.

  “We’re here,” Dick called out, confirming my assumptions. Victor immediately recognized Richard and headed our way. He slid right beside me.

  “My, my,” he said as he gave me a look. His voice was so deep, so mellow and suave I felt so aroused just from those words alone. “Aren’t you a pretty little flower? If the word is true then my business partner here’s ready to hire you and lassie, that’s a fine idea if I ever thought of one.”

  He is suave as suave comes. I loved that. I could listen to his voice all day.

  Dick nodded in agreement. “You bet your ass we’re going to hire her,” he said as he looked at me with a smile. “Got all the papers?”

  “Oh yeah,” Victor replied and he opened the folder of papers on the table. “You can go through all these whenever you like. This is basically your contract.”

  I
looked over the sheets. Most of it looked incomprehensible to me but then I got to the third page and saw how much they were going to pay me. “Did I read this right? You guys are going to pay me $28.66 per hour? That’s how much in a year?”

  “About $66,000 or $5,500 a month,” Victor answered. “If you go through the other papers you’ll see there are other benefits too.”

  While I was tempted to just grab a pen and sign my life away I did want to double check on everything. I made a mistake when I was younger and signed a contract a few years ago. I ended up doing nude modeling even when I didn’t want to because I was contractually obliged to do so.

  There was a lot of technical details, especially when it came to my job description and responsibilities.

  “It seems like you guys are turning me into your personal bitch,” I commented as I read through the papers. “I got to deal with your schedules, represent you when communicating with others, organizing your daily activities, taking calls for you and more.”

  Victor smiled, “I like it when you say it that way. We could use a personal bitch.”

  Fuck, these guys are so goddamn naughty. I squirmed a bit in my seat and realized I was getting a little warm between the legs. Even my nipples were getting stiff and the knot in my gut was getting heavier. I was getting aroused and here were two men ready for the taking.

  “How ‘bout you sign these and we’ll take you to the office so you can see what your future life will be like?” Dick proposed. “You haven’t been downtown yet; it’s a beautiful and pretty big city. You’ll love the office we have. You get a nice view of the lake and the downtown park.”

  I was starting to feel a little nervous about this. “I’ve never done a job like this. A-all I’ve ever done was modeling gigs.”

  Victor put a heavy hand on my leg and squeezed. “You got this, I can promise you that. Here, let’s give it a try.”

  “Good morning, is this Victor and Richard’s office?” Dick asked me as he tried his best to mimic a girl’s voice.

  I went along with the game. “Y-yes ma’am, how can I help you?”

  Victor squeezed my leg again. His hand was a little higher this time. “See? It’s easy as pie.”

  “She’s a cherry pie,” Dick added as he looked at me and winked.

  “You guys are just fucking with me,” I exclaimed.

  Dick shook his head, “No, no, we mean it. You can handle this. Now come on, sign the paper and let’s get going to the office. I want to take you to the top section. It’s where we’ll be working.”

  I almost forgot that these two perverts owned the damn company. At first, I thought it was just a small, nonsense type of business like an auto-shop by the outskirts of town but the way they dressed, the cars they drove and the way they described their workplace made it seem like they ran a giant corporation.

  What the fuck is there to lose, right? I already got away from Matt so maybe this was the solution to starting a brand new life. Maybe I didn’t have to do any sleazy modeling jobs anymore.

  “Let’s do it,” I said and I took Victor’s pen and signed by the dotted line.

  Chapter Three

  Dick let me ride in his car again and Victor followed us in his Camaro. They first took me back to the bar so I could get into my own vehicle. We didn’t waste much time though and all three of us drove over to the downtown area of the city.

  As we went through the main highways I quickly realized this wasn’t the small city I thought it would be. It wasn’t anywhere like New York City but it was still a vast metropolis with a lot of winding roads and tall buildings. Maybe I’d fit in just fine.

  Twenty more minutes passed and we drove into the center of the city, where all the big buildings were located. I felt a little queasy about pushing through – by now I figured that they did have a nice office building and not the old garage-type I initially imagined. If I were to be their secretary it would mean going in and interacting with hundreds if not dozens of professionals who finished college. What would they think of me? I’m a college dropout who did nude modeling.

  “Too late now,” I reminded myself when we drove into the basement parking of a tall skyscraper. “I signed that contract so fuck it.”

  After about five more minutes we finally parked, all the way in the third basement level and in the area marked VIP-only. I got out of my car and walked up to the two boys who were already out and waiting for me.

  “Can I assume that your office is up on the highest floors?” I asked as we began to head out of the parking basement and towards the main elevators.

  Victor seemed amused at my presumption. “Well, we use the highest office floor but there are a few floors above that for the electrical maintenance and others.”

  We stepped into the elevator and I marveled at how luxurious it was. This was just the elevator and it already looked more elegant than my whole house back in New York. I observed as Dick pressed the button for the 92nd floor.

  It was a long way up. As we ascended Victor kept on looking down at me but it was Dick who reached up and grabbed me by the waist. He just pulled and hugged me in.

  “Oh,” I exclaimed out of surprise but I didn’t really try to shove him off. I felt oddly comfortable in the way he just grabbed me and kept me close to him. It felt comforting and I just put up a big smile on my face.

  “She likes it,” Victor noticed. “You have no man that treats you like this?”

  “No,” Dick answered for me. “She ditched him. He beat her.”

  Victor looked at me with a big frown and surprise, “Why on Earth would any man beat up such a beautiful creature like you? Unless, of course, if you are into that kind of rough play.”

  I just laughed and shook my head, “Slapping my ass and giving me a wild night is different from treating me like a punching bag. No one is happy with the latter.”

  “That’s true,” Dick stated. He looked up and saw we were still on the 58th floor. “Just to remind you, though, you were quite wild last night and that’s just with your mouth and tongue, little lady.”

  Fuck. My cheeks flushed bright red and I tried to look down to hide my shame.

  “No sex?” Victor continued to pry. “Dick, I must commend you for holding back. If it were I who spent the hour with Selena I might not have been able to control myself. A mere blowjob would not be enough to restrain this beast.” He then grabbed his junk.

  I laughed. I looked at Victor and said, “You boys have some pretty big toys.”

  I couldn’t believe I just said that. I felt a little nervous and wondered if they would take this little sensual word-play to the next level.

  “Do you prefer big toys?” Dick asked me as he hugged me tighter.

  My eyes glanced upward. We were about to reach our intended floor. When the doors opened I stepped away from them both, turned around and teased them with a wink and said, “Big toys are useless if the player ain’t that talented.”

  I walked ahead and listened to them giggle like little kids in the playground.

  The highest floor was more like a mansion than an office. There was a large reception room with exquisite white sofas, a fur carpet, a large TV and home theater system and what appeared to be some kind of tribal decorations. Further off from that point was a private kitchen. Beside the kitchen was a long hallway that I noticed lead to three different rooms.

  “The center room is a conference room, the one to the left is Dick’s and the one to the right is mine,” Victor explained for me. He took off his shoes and slumped to one of the sofas, tossing one of the throw pillows to the side so he could stretch.

  Dick removed his shoes, walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

  “Your office will be in mine,” Dick told me. He pulled out a can of beer and took a sip before he too sat down on one of the sofas. He grabbed the remote control, switched the TV on.

  “Stupid educational stuff,” he commented when he saw what was on. He then turned
to Victor, “Got that flash drive?”

  Victor nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small USB flash drive and handed it to Dick.

  With both men taking a break I decided to relax a little bit as well. I sat down beside Dick and grabbed his bottle. “Give me a little.”

  He handed it freely and got up to plug the flash drive into the TV. Once he did he took his position beside me and used the remote to flip through the flash drive’s content. He settled for a video file labeled “Dancing with Two Daddies.”

  “That’s an odd title,” I stated.

  Victor and Dick both laughed but neither cared enough to tell me why.

  When the video played I finally learned why. It was a porn video… with them involved.

  “Holy f-fuck,” I whispered, more to myself than to them.

  They were both naked and in a really fancy hotel room. I realized that my early suspicions were very accurate – they both had gigantic, almost monstrous cocks. The sheer girth of their toys could break me if they ever took the opportunity to plow those things between my legs.

  The sight got me a little wet. I didn’t even notice it until a few moments later but I was sweating and holding my breath.

  Both men were just stroking their cocks, getting them even harder and bigger. Victor’s, in particular, looked like it was as thick as my wrist.

  As they stood there the door opened and in walked a girl. She was about my height – five-feet-two or so – and had gorgeous jet black hair that reached down to her hips. She was quite petite and firm, with small but perky tits and a bouncy little ass. In many ways, she reminded me of myself. Maybe that was why they were so excited to hire me. I looked like their little slut.

  We all kept silent as we continued to watch. Within minutes they had the girl down on the bed. Dick was down, flicking his tongue into her neatly shaved pussy, while Victor was getting busy playing with her nipples and letting her get a taste of his cock.