Double Delight: The Complete Series - Sold, Share, Submit (MFM & MMF)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “Now turn over, spread your legs apart and make yourself come,” he said.

  I did as instructed. I was so damn horny I was almost delirious. I opened my eyes, watching the guys watching me as I put the fingers of one hand in my channel and frigged my swollen bud with the others, all the while the paint and cum on my back were decorating the canvas. “Yes, we’re watching you, dirty girl,” Parker said, licking his top lip.

  “I can’t believe you’ve caught me,” I told them. “I’m so embarrassed, my stepfamily watching me, but I’m too close to stop.”

  “You’re a disgrace,” Daniel told me. Instead of this turning me off, it made me strum myself harder, my cream running down all over my fingers. “Don’t tell my mom,” I asked them. “Maybe if you both jerk yourselves off, it can be our little secret.”

  The guys begin fisting their dicks again but I couldn’t wait for them. I came hard all over my hands, bucking violently. The men descended on me, Daniel fucking my mouth and Parker now taking a turn in my cunt. We writhed all over the canvas until we were entirely spent.

  After a few minutes, we lifted ourselves off and looked at the work before us.

  “Hey,” I said looking at the starburst of colors across the canvas, mixed in places and complete with swirls where my ass moved around. “They look really good. I thought they would just be a complete mess.”

  Daniel stood studying them, his chin resting on his hand. “I think mounted they’ll look sensational.”

  “Kayla does.” Parker quipped.

  “I’m going to call this one sensational,” Daniel pointed to the canvas on the left. And we’re going to keep that at home. I’ll hang it in the living room.”

  I nodded. “Perfect. And the other?”

  “This one is going to the gallery with an explanation that will make people wonder. I’m going to call it submit.”

  I didn’t ask what he meant by an explanation. I trusted him to do what was right for us all.

  We slipped on the plastic shoes and made our way through the main house to the massive shower in the family bathroom. Daniel figured it was better to mess up one bathroom than them all. We helped loofah the paint from each other’s bodies and sucked and fucked each other until we were all struggling to keep our eyes open.

  “Siesta time,” Daniel said and we all retired to our own rooms to rest.

  Chapter 13

  Two years later…

  Kayla

  I stepped out of the limousine, taking Daniel’s hand and we walked the carpet laid out towards the venue hosting the night’s ceremony. Parker walked behind us, not wanting to steal the limelight from Daniel. We were at the prestigious Artariad awards. Daniel had been nominated for a breakthrough artist award. The nomination on its own meant a rise in popularity, taking the galleries to ever higher levels. We now had three of them and were hoping to complete on a fourth venue soon.

  We were greeted by so many people, some friends in the trade that I recognized--others sycophantic lovies who hung around the popular people only to disappear when a new name arose. I stood with Parker and we watched as several women fawned over Daniel.

  “Bless him, he looks scared to death,” Parker said, a smirk appearing on his face.

  “I don’t think it helps that he’s so nervous. I know how much he wants to win the award.”

  “You don’t have to tell me. I live with him too, remember?”

  “Oh shut up and get me another glass of champagne,” I scolded.

  The last couple of years had been amazing. We had fallen into a healthy relationship and though at times we all argued, the majority of the time we had lots of fun. The sexual side of our relationship was still scorching hot but I did get some days where I managed to head to bed with my Kindle rather than two horny men!

  Parker was overseeing all the galleries now, whereas I had settled into managing the store at Chandler Square. It was where it had all begun. The unit next to it had come up for sale and Daniel had purchased it. After a renovation, we had a much larger gallery and it had a huge turnover. Daniel kept his model of affordable art mixed with more expensive pieces, so each gallery had the upstairs viewing area that was by appointment only.

  It was the canvas ‘Submit’ that had led Daniel on a path headed toward the nomination for the award tonight. When an art dealer had asked about it, Daniel had been candid in explaining that it was the result of lovemaking on canvas. The dealer had purchased it and hung it in a top New York gallery. The publicity had soared when Daniel had been asked about it on opening night at the gallery. The question had been posed as to was it Daniel himself and a girlfriend or boyfriend who had done the lovemaking, to which Daniel had replied it was with his girlfriend and her other boyfriend. Nothing truly phases the art world but that five minutes of fame put Daniel’s name on the map and the three of us had long since decided we weren’t hiding our relationship from people. We were happy together and we didn’t care what anyone else thought. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Parker had worried about what his father would think, but my mom must have talked to him about it because he just patted Parker on the back when we told him and asked if he was happy. My mom had winked and given me a thumbs up.

  My relationship with my mom was much better. We didn’t see each other very often, but we spoke on the phone once a week and were focusing on the future, and not the past.

  I still saw the girls on a Monday night. Tiffany was now a mother of a five month old baby girl and so Monday nights were her downtime. It was perfect that she only lived next door if needed. Haley, well she had got her two new roommates when I’d left and they knew to make themselves scarce on a Monday night. I would tell you about them, but well, that’s Haley’s story to tell not mine.

  We took our seats in the venue and enjoyed a fabulous five course dinner. By the time the award ceremony started I had to confess I was quite tipsy. We waited through several awards and while it was exciting for the winners, I really just wanted them to get to Daniel’s award and put us out of our misery.

  Then it was the opening of the envelope.

  “The Artariad Breakthrough Artist of the year is…Daniel Scott.”

  Parker and I leapt to our feet. I hugged and kissed Daniel before he extracted himself from my clinging and made his way to the stage.

  “Oh my God, he won.” I squealed at Parker.

  He high-fived me. I wouldn’t admit it but due to his strong physique, it stung a little. I was going to get my own back later with the paddle.

  We watched as Daniel accepted his very fancy award and faced the audience.

  “Thank you very much to the judges who considered me as a potential nominee for an Artariad Award. It’s beyond my wildest dreams that I would be on this stage tonight accepting the award for Breakthrough Artist. Now, as you know, the piece that cemented my name as an artist was one called Submit. I would like my partner, Kayla and her other partner, Parker, to stand, because they have been intrinsic to my appearing here tonight.”

  Fuck, everyone was staring. Oh well, I’d had a shit ton of wine and my dress was designer. I rose onto my four inch heels and raised a glass at Daniel. Parker followed suit, standing and raising his own glass and the people around us applauded.

  “Submit is a one-off,” Daniel lied to the audience. We had made an agreement that knowledge of the other picture would never go beyond the three of us and after Submit’s fame we took it down from the living room wall and had hung it in my bedroom instead. “It’s a public declaration of our love for Kayla and our respect for each other,” He continued. “But our adventures will continue behind closed doors from now on. So, thank you to Kayla, to Parker and to anyone who has appreciated or purchased my work. It is truly an honor to be accepting this award tonight.”

  The audience got to their feet as they had with the majority of the night’s winners and I stood, my arm through Parker’s as we watched Daniel take in his new celebrity status.

  “That award’s lovely and all,”
Parker said, “but the true star of the show is you, baby.”

  “Why thank you, Sir.”

  We sat back in our seats and I massaged his cock over his trousers, my hand concealed by the table.

  Daniel returned to the table. “Can we get out of here soon? Now I have the award, I’m scared I’m going to be bored to death by the freeloaders for the rest of the evening.”

  We rose and left, right in the middle of the ceremony. No one batted an eyelid. It was the art world after all and full of divas.

  “I think tonight we should fuck in my room right in front of the other painting,” I announced in the limousine that was taking us back home.

  “That would be…sensational.” Parker quipped.

  Daniel and I rolled our eyes.

  “Actually,” I told them. “I never made out in a limousine before, how about you two?”

  There was no more talking on the journey home.

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  Chapter 1

  Haley

  It was official. I sucked. I sucked at sucking. And no doubt at sex itself. But definitely at sucking, if my friend’s faces were to be believed as I attempted to give a wine bottle a blow job.

  “Oh, hell, Hayley. It is a blow job, not a bunch of fresh flesh at a zombie party.” Noted my roommate Kayla.

  My face fell. “See. I told you.” Being crap at coitus was no joke.

  “Let me get my own situation sorted and then, Haley, I will teach you. We can use a dildo or a banana. Whichever. I will show you how to do a BJ right.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And I will tell you all about the birds and the bees. See if you are doing that right.” Tiff, my ex-roommate and now next-door-neighbor added.

  At that point, a knock came at the door. Kayla’s mom had come to see her about a tense situation she had just left. Kayla had come over tonight from her ex-stepfather’s house because she had started a relationship with him and a guy called Parker, her mom’s new stepson. Here I was with no man in my life and Kayla had two!

  Tiffany returned to the living room. Monday night was girl’s night. Even though she now lived next door with her husband, Brandon, Monday’s remained a man-free zone, rather like my pussy. “I hope they are going to be alright,” Tiff stated nodding towards the hallway. Kayla and her mom did not have a great history.

  I shrugged my shoulders. Kayla’s mom had just walked into Daniel, Kayla’s stepfather’s home to find her, Daniel and Parker in the throes of passion. “Well, we are here if not.”

  Kayla worked things out with her mom, and then also with Daniel and Parker, and the three of them were cohabiting in Port Jeff. Kayla had given notice on her share of the apartment and so this evening, her and Tiff were coming over to help me interview potential new roommates. I had jokingly said I wanted two hot males, but to be honest, as long as the newbies didn’t look like serial killers or other such weirdos, I would be happy. Good references were key to getting a key. My apartment had three bedrooms. Mine, at the front, had an en-suite. It overlooked the parking lot for the apartments but beyond that and the street, there were nice views. We had all worked for Green’s, a Realtors based in Brooklyn. Kayla had now left to join in with Daniel’s art business. He was an artist and owned a gallery and was looking to expand. Tiff still worked at Green’s but was planning on trying for a baby with her husband so I didn’t know what her long term plans were. I felt like the only one of us with no life. Maybe I should ask all the apartment applicants if they were boy friendless and downbeat? Make sure we had common ground. I tried to shake the melancholy hanging over me. I was pleased my friends were both in love, and as they kept on telling me, it would happen for me too, one day. In the meantime, I needed to get better at sex. I figured if I watched some porn that could help. Though Kayla and Tiff had promised to help they were just too busy getting on with their own lives. Anyhow, they didn’t have dicks. I kinda needed the real thing to practice on. I wondered about paying for a male escort, that was how bad things were getting.

  Out of the three of us girls, I was by far the most innocent. Through college, I had dated Liam and he had been the guy to take my cherry. I had thought we were good together but once we graduated, he graduated onto another girl. We had hardly ever had oral. He said he didn’t like it, either the giving or receiving, so it wasn’t until I started dating other guys that it all went wrong. I had not got past first base with many dates. I always got shy and clammed up. Having no idea what to converse about other than my friends and work, most dates didn’t progress to a second. A couple times things had gone to the bedroom, it had been a disaster. My pussy was so dry men couldn’t get near it. My latest date, another Realtor from Green’s, Malcolm, blamed me for the fact he had not been able to get it up. My only real joy came from my other best friend, B.O.B., that’s right, my battery operated boyfriend who never let me down. He was a bendable rabbit vibrator who I could position to hit my clit and my pussy at the same time.

  I noticed the time and realized I needed a final flurry of domestic activity. The two bedrooms down the hall were where the two new roommates would be and there was a shared bathroom for them to use. Both rooms had been given a fresh lick of paint last week and thoroughly cleaned and aired. Each had a queen-sized bed, fitted closet space, and a dresser. A TV was fixed to a wall in each, so they’d be able to escape to their rooms if they wanted each night. Butterflies hit my gut followed by a feeling of dread. What if they seemed nice so I gave them a key and then we didn’t get on at all? I shook my head and went through to my ensuite to shower before the girls arrived. We were having pizza after the interviews, so I grabbed some chips to eat before I hit the shower. It was a shame I couldn’t afford the apartment on my own. Peace and quiet could be nice at times and at least there would be no more witnesses to my dating disasters. By tonight I might have one or two new roommates. I crossed my fingers, closed my eyes and said pretty please.

  “I am so freaking hungry. How long is this gonna take?” Kayla moaned. The redhead patted her svelte stomach and it emitted a gurgle.

  “Yeah? Well, I might have had more sympathy if your hair didn’t look all fucked up. You have had sex before you came here haven’t you?”

  “Might have.” Kayla winked.

  There was a noise from the vicinity of the unlocked front door, followed by a flurry of footsteps. “I’m not late. There’s one minute to 6:00 pm,” Tiff announced like I hadn’t been checking my wristwatch every thirty seconds since 5:00 pm.

  “Oh my God, not you too!”

  “No me too, what?”

  “You have sex hair. I need to get laid. I need to learn sex and get laid.”

  Just then the doorbell rang.

  “Take a seat, you two, for Christ’s sake and straighten each other’s hair. There is serious decision making to be done.” I chastised them.

  The interviews were a complete waste of time with just two people to go. We had interviewed a pregnant woman, who didn’t announce she was pregnant even though her stomach kept moving. She kept repositioning her pashmina. If she wasn’t pregnant she had weird medical problems so she was out. The second woman we interviewed was clearly a call girl, asking if men were allowed back before I’d had a chance to ask her to confirm her name. The others seemed fine but had not shown that we had any common ground and after the fantastic apartment share I’d had with Tiff and Kayla I was reluctant to settle for business people.

  “Well, this looks like a complete bust,” I said to Tiff and Kayla.

  “Do not give up yet. There are two men to come. They might be the sex on legs you have been looking for.” Tiff said.

  “Of course they will, Tiff. Dreams like that come true all the time, especially with me. They will be two sex gods who want me as a filling in their sandwich. Now if we could all wake up, I am going to open a bottle of wine. Screw this.”

  Tiff went to answer the door to the next to last applicant while I stood in the kitchen in the corner of our apartment pouring a very large
glass of red wine. I could not afford to keep the apartment going on my own so if these next two weren’t of any use, then it looked like business bores were moving in with me. I took a secret large swig of wine with my back to the room and then turned around, where I choked and spat red wine straight down my white blouse. For fuck’s sake!

  In front of me and stood at the side of Tiff, were two of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on. Seriously, if there was a Victoria’s Secrets, with men who should model boxer shorts, it was these two. In fact, in my head, that was all I could see.

  “Erm, Haley. You have an, erm, strawberry cordial situation going on.” Kayla said. “Take a seat you guys, while we get sorted. Haley had the hiccups.” She gave me a steely gaze and I knew better than to say anything. I came to in my surroundings and blushed to the roots of my hair. I had red wine dripping down my chin and it was all down my blouse.

  “Hi.” I decided to add to the charade, then I headed for the sink.

  “What on earth are you doing? Best behavior. You need these two in your life.” Hissed Kayla.

  I sponged my blouse down, dried it the best I could and sat back down.

  “Sorry about that, erm-”

  “Chase. Chase Collins.”

  I stood and held out a hand for him to shake. “Pleased to meet you.” I took in Chase’s vivid blue eyes and his smile. He had short, blond hair. I’d put him at about six feet tall. At the side of my small frame, he was a giant.

  Tiffany turned to me. “And this is your last applicant too, Todd Ross. They are friends and so thought they would attend together.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Oh, friends, that is so cool. How long y’all been friends for?”

  “A couple of years now,” Todd said. “We met at work.” Again I spent a moment taking in the appearance of my potential new roommate. Todd was dark haired, olive-skinned and had deep, dark brown eyes. He looked like that actor from Lucifer.