Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Trace chuckled. He was so close his breath caressed her right nipple. Goose chills rose, and her pussy cramped. God, what these men were doing to her wasn’t fair. It was high school all over again. Now she’d never be able to rid them from her dreams.

  Jake must have seen her mouth firm up because he did a double assault on her clit by using two hard, hollow shafts. Back and forth, he rubbed and rubbed until her breaths increased.

  “Trace, I think she’s ready. She’s spewing juices.”

  “All right then. You know what to do.”

  He did? Her body tensed, waiting for the next wave of passion to take hold. Something large and hard nudged her opening.

  “What are you doing?” She liked it, wanted it, but how unfair would it be if they broke the rules?

  “It’s not me, darlin’. It’s not nearly as big, nor as flexible, but it’ll have to do in a pinch.”

  Did he have a dildo? She’d never used any kind of sex toy before, even though she often was desperate for the stimulation. There was something about her being the manipulator of the toy that took away from the sensual pleasure.

  Jake pressed it further into her. “Wait,” she cried out.

  The motion stopped. “Did I hurt you?” His concern tugged at her heart.

  “No. It’s too big. I don’t think it will fit.”

  “Too big? Darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet. We need to stretch you. I knew you were tight, and so sweet, so virginal.”

  There was that damned word again. Dave never commented on her being tight. Maybe her two ex-football players were unusually large. Yikes.

  Jack twirled the fake cock around until he worked it all the way into her. Her walls stretched, and she couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

  “That’s right, darlin’, let the climax come.”

  No. She couldn’t climax in front of them. They’d laugh.

  Trace increased the speed of his movements, brushing each of her nipples in a frantic motion, as if the speed would hasten her excitement.

  “Darlin’, we are at our wits’ end over what to do with you. Now just relax.”

  That command was impossible to obey. Something smooth, slick, and hard nudged her bottom. Confusion assaulted her.

  “Lift up your sweet ass so Jack can do you right.”

  Alarms went off in her head. “Jack, what are you going to do?”

  “Not me, exactly, though I wish it were me. Do what Trace said and lift up. You’ll like it, I promise.”

  She already loved the dildo in her pussy. How much more could she handle? She understood what they had planned, but she trusted Jack.

  Lifting her hips, she tried to relax the best she could. One of them slipped a pillow under her hips.

  “This is to make you more comfortable. Now give me a sec while I lube up this silver plug for you.”

  Having no idea of its size, she automatically tensed.

  “Sugar, if you don’t relax, it might not feel good.”

  She forced out a breath and unclenched her butt cheeks. Jack touched her tight hole and pressed in a little.

  He pulled the fake cock out almost all of the way before pushing it in again. The dildo glided in easier this time. He made short, hard pumps as the toy pushed far against her womb wall. She bent her knees, trying to take in more of him, but he took that opportunity to ease in the metal object, which sent her off in a new direction.

  Having both objects inside her at once overwhelmed her. “I’m too full.”

  “I know. It takes a bit to get used to it, but love it, darlin’. Embrace it and let go,” Jack crooned.

  Jack pushed and pulled until she was completely embedded with the toys. Never had she experienced anything so carnal in her life. Gone was the idea of pretending she wasn’t affected. No one could resist this double assault.

  As if not to be outdone, Trace turned the feathers on their ends and pressed the hard shaft against her nipples. The sensation took her over the edge as her bundle of nerves exploded along every inch of her body. The pounding on one end and hot breaths and pressure on the other did her in.

  Finally, she broke and screamed as the orgasm took over her body. The men didn’t stop until her body went limp. She lay there, catching her breath. They eased out both objects, untied her arms and legs, and slipped off the blindfold.

  Bereft from the eviction, Diana tried to sort through what just happened. She didn’t want to open her eyes to see their I told you we could do it smiles.

  “Did you have to stop completely?” Okay, she’d been reduced to begging them.

  “We’ll be happy to bring you down slower in the future, sugar.”

  Both men dragged the soft barbs of the feather over her stomach and along the inside of her thighs.

  She eventually opened her eyes.

  Instead of grins, the men were solemn.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, sugar. We were worried about you, that’s all. We kind of feel sorry that it took you so long to give in.”

  “Yeah, well, that sometimes happens.” At least they hadn’t gloated. “I think I need a shower.” She’d say anything to get away from their teasing.

  “We’ll wash you.”

  Her mind spun. “How? You can’t touch me.” Even if they watched, they’d find a way to tempt her.

  “For starters, we can watch you touch yourself. We’ll get almost as much enjoyment seeing as touching you. Do you think you can get a rise out of us?”

  What a great idea. She smiled. “Is that a challenge?”

  “Absolutely. You know we’ll be harder than a steel girder, but can you make us break?”

  She refused to ask them to define breaking, but she bet she’d know it when she saw it. “No doubt about it.”

  Did she sound arrogant or what? She hoped they realized her rules didn’t prevent her from touching them. The image of something wicked came to mind. “I need to make a quick call. Why don’t you warm up the water?”

  They returned her smile with grins. Little did they know what was in store for them.

  * * * *

  Trace couldn’t believe his luck. His balls were so hard he thought he might embarrass himself by coming all over the tiled bathroom floor. Diana would probably win the bet, but he didn’t care.

  Now all they needed was Diana.

  “What’s taking her so long?” Trace asked.

  The hot water had already steamed the whole room.

  They could hear her humming in the bedroom, so she hadn’t ditched them, and she didn’t sound like she was afraid of being with them.

  Jack shrugged. “You think we should get her?”

  “Give her a minute. She’s up to something.

  Standing naked, waiting for her, was not the norm, as it was their client who was usually the one without clothes, but Diana had somehow managed to tap into his better side, a side few ever saw. Even him.

  The door swung open, and he exhaled. Diana was wrapped in a robe, carrying a green cloth bag.

  “What you got there?” He tried to sound as if the contents didn’t matter.

  “You’ll see.” She grinned, opened the bag, and pulled out a can of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

  He couldn’t believe she was willing to have them make a sundae out of her body. His cock hardened even more. “Jack, we are going to have us a good time.”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Diana dropped her robe and stood there gloriously in the buff. Jesus, she was one fine woman. He and Jack had worked at the spa close to a year and had never gotten this lucky before. Or had become more frustrated either. When Jack double dipped her, his cum had leaked out and almost made a mess. Watching her face transform to one of ecstasy made him harder than the steel plug in her ass.

  He couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind with these goodies. Trace took the chocolate syrup from her hand and squirted it on her tits.

  She jumped back. “Trace, that’s not for me.” She grabbed the bottle out
of his hand.

  “That’s what you think. I can’t wait to eat the whipped cream off your luscious tits and from that dripping wet pussy.”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  “Don’t be so sure.” He grinned and could see her sexy smile emerge.

  She dragged a finger across her chocolate-drenched nipples and sucked on her finger, long and hard.

  “That’s not fair.” She knew damn well how sexy that looked. The tease would pay.

  “I get to make up the rules, so behave.”

  She swirled another finger around her nipple and licked it clean. Jack shifted his weight, clearly in agony from the erotic gesture.

  His own balls tightened, almost to the point of being painful, wondering what she had planned for them. Trace wasn’t sure about Jack’s experience, but he’d never gotten a blow job from a client. Not that it wasn’t allowed. It just was never part of the client’s fantasy, until now, he hoped.

  “Come on, Jack, let’s get in the shower so Diana can get on with her torture.”

  Her cheeks dimpled as she dragged her gaze over them, stopping for a long while at their hard-ons. She followed them into the shower and stood across from them, inches from the flowing water. She dropped her head back and let the water cascade through her hair.

  Damn, she made him hot. Hotter than he ever remembered being. If he believed in love, he’d claim he was smitten. This fabulous woman was something else. She gave it right back at them. Now there was a woman of his dreams.

  “Sugar, you are a tease, but we can handle anything you give us.” One more lie, but he’d say anything to have her hands on him, caressing his ready-to-burst cock.

  If he came all over her, then so be it. He was a big enough man to admit she’d bested him. Too bad his need to fuck her grew with every second that passed. He just didn’t like the sinking feeling of being helpless that went along with the excitement.

  If either of them did have sex with her, they’d lose their jobs. He didn’t mind, really, but the Center for Abused Women would. After his dad regularly beat up his mom, Trace promised to give what he could to those women in need. Too bad Mom died before the Center could help her.

  “Are you ready?” She had a wicked glint in her eye.

  “You can do me first, sugar, so Jack has time to get mentally prepared for the assault.”

  Jack punched him in the arm. “You saying I’ll come too fast or something?”

  “I didn’t say anything about getting excited.”

  Jack rolled his eyes.

  “I’m going to do my best to make this an outstanding experience for both you boys.” He liked how she tossed their lines back at them.

  But did she really think they were boys? He grabbed his dick. “Have you ever known a boy with a cock this size?”

  Her brows rose, and her hand stilled. Then she had the nerve to laugh. “No. But don’t get defensive. It’s a compliment to be called a boy. It means you have a hard body and a youthful appearance.”

  She had a point, but he didn’t totally buy her claim.

  With her body glistening, she picked up the chocolate bottle. Without saying a word, she swatted away his hand and grabbed his dick. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest. Her fingers held him lightly, as if she didn’t know how much pressure a man could take. The thought she knew less than she let on made him hotter.

  With her thumb on her other hand, she flipped off the cap and aimed the bottle over the head of his cock. He adored this woman. There was something about the way she responded to their touches that made him lose his mind, and now she was going to return the favor.

  She squeezed the plastic bottle and closely watched the chocolate drip over the mushroom-shaped head and down his shaft. There wasn’t any need to hold his cock upright as it was standing to attention by itself, but he wasn’t going to complain. Only when some chocolate dripped on her hand, did she release him.

  She giggled. “I need a towel to kneel on.”

  Yes! She wanted to give him a blowjob. He inwardly groaned. She stepped into the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and turned off the water.

  Diana folded the towel in front of him and knelt down. His balls hardened thinking about her tongue wrapped around his cock.

  Jack shoved him over a step. “I want a better view.” He stepped behind her.

  His friend definitely got a good view of her fine ass. Trace bet he could guess where his friend’s mind was. Sure enough, Jack picked up a bar of soap and winked over her back. Wouldn’t Diana be surprised when her wet pussy and her fine ass got a washing.

  “Now for the good part,” she said.

  While the whipped cream was cold, it was worth anything to see her bubble with such joy as she squirted his rock-hard cock with a cloud of white. She placed the can on the floor, leaned over, and began licking. She took forever to eat through the top layer. When her sweet tongue reached his cock, he almost jumped.

  While she worked her magic, it was her delicate fingers at the base of his dick that drove him crazy. She’d press one way, then the other, to balance her tongue from tilting his cock too far, as if that could ever happen, given how hard he was.

  The moment her tongue made it through the gooey mess, she moaned. Dear God, he wasn’t sure he could stand there without dragging his hands through her hair. Her mouth suddenly engulfed his cock, and he stiffened.

  She pulled off. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” His voice came out sounding strangled.

  She went back to work, only this time, she cupped his balls while she sucked. He’d never had anyone give him such a wonderful blowjob. The woman was a natural. When his dick reached the back of her throat, she moved up and down a few times then pulled away. He slapped the side of the wall. She glanced up and smiled.

  Damn her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

  “I’m still hungry,” she said, her words coming out breathy.

  She dribbled more chocolate over the top and licked her way down to his balls. He sent a silent plea to Jack. He wanted to punch the SOB’s smug look off his face, but Trace knew Jack would be in a world of hurt in a moment, too, when she did him.

  Jack waved the bar of soap and Trace nodded. He was so close to coming, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself for his loss of control.

  She seemed totally unaware that Jack had dropped behind her. When he dragged the soap between her legs, she squealed and whipped around, landing on her butt.

  “What was that?”

  Jack grinned and held up the soap. “Look, you still got chocolate on your titties. I thought maybe I would help wash you.” He turned his mouth down into a frown.

  “You need an anatomy lesson if you think my tits are between my legs.” She giggled. “You’ll pay for that, cowboy. Hold on. I’m almost done with Trace.”

  Thank God.

  When he thought her touch couldn’t get any more electrifying, she filled her palm with some fruity-smelling goo from the soap dispenser on the wall and lathered it on his cock.

  “I don’t want you leaving here all full of chocolate.”

  No, couldn’t have that, could we?

  Using two hands, she rubbed his cock up and down so many times, he was positive he’d never been so clean. With each stroke, his pulse increased and his cock grew harder, if that was possible. When she cleaned his balls, it took all of his strength not to turn her around, bend her over, and slide his soapy cock into her virginal pussy. It might be worth the job loss to take her one time.

  No. If he had her once, he’d want her again and again.

  “Don’t you think it’s time to torment Jack?” he pleaded.

  She took the handheld showerhead and rinsed him. He swore she held it closer than necessary so the pulses would be hard and sensual.

  “You want to switch places?”

  Boy, did he ever. Thank God she hadn’t planned on washing all of him. He was positive he would have lost it if her hands had touched every inch of him.


  Trace slid along the wall to move behind Diana as Jack took his spot. The view from here was almost as enticing as watching her breasts sway with every pump on his cock. She proceeded to make her sundae out of Jack’s dick. Trace enjoyed watching his friend’s face contort as Diana ate her way downward.

  At first Jack’s arms were by his side, but he ended up supporting himself on the wall and glass shower door. Trace worked hard to hold in a laugh. He stepped to the side to watch her tits sway. To get a better view, he knelt behind her. What he would give to drive two fingers up her pussy and feel her walls swallow his hand.

  For the next ten minutes, she reduced Jack to an eighteen-year-old. He’d groan, puff out his chest as if he was using all of his control not to succumb, then dance right, then left. His fingers turned white pressing hard on the tiled wall.

  “Enough, darlin’, unless you want to eat a different kind of cream.”

  She sat back. “I wouldn’t mind, but I think I’ll let you stew for a while.”

  What a cock tease.

  She stood and set aside her instruments of torture. “Now, I need to wash. You’re welcome to watch if you want.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sugar.”

  She motioned for Trace to stand next to Jack. She took the chocolate and squirted it all over her tits.

  “Oh, my, I spilled it.”

  She would pay. He wanted to suck those hard little peaks so bad, but he’d lose control for sure.

  She swiped the tips and tasted the chocolate again. If she put whipped cream on her pussy, he’d have to dive in. No man could last watching her do that.

  Diana put down the bottle and dipped her hair under the faucet again. Her large, syrup-covered tits stuck out like muddy headlights in the fog. She soaped her hair and lathered it up. The chocolate dripped down her belly and flowed over her pussy. This was torture. He didn’t have to look at Jack, for he knew what his expression would be.

  While he’d showered with many women, watching Diana twisted his insides. She filled her palms with soap and washed her tits, but not with her hands as one should, but with one little finger at a time. First, she swirled it around her nipples, then dragged it along the sides of her breasts. If that wasn’t enough, when she finally made it down to her pussy, she took extra care to wash both inside and out.