by Dark Angel
Theo is still pumping. He makes sure to get every drop on me.
“Shit! Yes! Fucking take it all!”
I don’t wipe it off, nor am I ashamed. I wear that cum on my face as a badge of honor. Even if I wasn’t the one who jacked him off, I’m the reason he came. My enticing body and sensual seduction drove him to the edge and knocked him off all over my face.
I love the massive cum shots. There’s so much on my face that it drips down my chin to my round breasts. Men all around me, massaging the gooey delight onto my flesh.
Closing my eyes, I scoop up a huge amount of the cum, tasting it.
Max leans down, whispering into my ear, “Eat the cum like a good girl. Swallow it.”
His hand never stops jacking his cock off when he says it. Do they know how turned on I am right now? A trickle of my juices flows down my inner thigh. If they were paying attention to more than just my face, they would definitely notice.
Gideon and Gunther huddle together, both pointing their cocks towards my thighs.
“What a fucking babe our boss is,” says one to the other in between pants.
Grunting, the other twin replies, “You fucking know it.”
I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking each digit clean. I even lick my nails to make sure they’re properly cleaned up.
While they all stroke their cocks, Brandon slips behind me, his hand moving around my waist. With a lightly stubbled chin resting on my shoulder, his hand pets my pussy lips softly.
No penetration. Just petting the outer lips to tease me.
“Mm, fuuuuck!” I moan. My body is shaking with delight.
Brandon uses his hand to pull my head to one side just as another load of cum smacks my body like a bolt of lightning. The heat behind the men is incredible. All of them are so hot when they unleash their fury on my body.
The club is operating around all of this. We are out of sight of the clients, but a part of me wishes they were watching. Of course, that would not be good for business, but I feel so dirty right now, so taken with all ten of these hot men.
Brandon’s hand is still denying my pussy the penetration it craves, but every few minutes, he draws his hand back and slaps my pussy lips with a thud. The vibration tingles my clit. Soon, I can’t handle the feeling much longer.
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Cum-shots are spraying from cocks that have increased at least another inch. Ropes of sticky deliciousness run down my face, my tits covered completely.
I pant, my thoughts going black from the enormous orgasm that’s building in my body. I am coming without my pussy lips ever being parted.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!”
My voice is now a scream, I am coming so hard that I have to be held up, just to stop me from collapsing on the floor as I spasm and shake.
I rest my body on my knees, looking up guiltily. I’ve done nothing wrong, but I feel like I should have asked them if I could come. I’ve already seen that happen many times in the club: the doms not allowing the women to come until they say so.
I’m covered with eight massive shots of cum, but that isn’t enough. I want―no, I need more.
Brandon is now in front of me with Drew, both of them stroking their cocks fast. I know they will come soon, and I want it bad. I don’t feel complete yet. I won’t until I’ve taken every last drop of cum from each and every one of them.
The first one to blow is Drew, his cock swelling, and a tremendous about of cum shooting from the head. My mouth is wide open, and the first glob lands on the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck yes! Fucking swallow it all.” Drew can barely speak, his words coming in grunts as he finishes milking his cock.
Brandon is the only one left. He slides his cock into my mouth, fucking my face. Every inch slides down my throat with ease this time.
As he’s about to come, he pulls back, jacking himself off till he explodes on my face.
“Yes, you little cum whore. Take it all!”
I moan as his cum splashes all over my face.
All of them have come on me, leaving me a sticky, dripping mess. Semen drips down my chest, covers my thighs―and there’s even a little on my feet. The only place I don’t have it is inside of my pussy. Not yet, at least.
I know that one day soon, that won’t be the case. Something inside of me knows that these men will all share in the deflowering of Evelynn.
I can’t wait.
Chapter 7
Drex
The night has been extraordinary. My years as a Dom have been incredible, but never has there been anything like what just happened with Evelynn.
She is a beautiful woman. But more than that, there was nothing about it that was…usual. I’m used to rough and overpowering sex.
Tonight, though, was sensual, and though no penetration was involved, it was in many ways more satisfying.
Evelynn is the boss, but when she was on her knees and drenched in cum, she was just a woman who needed a man. But in her case, I don’t think any one man would ever cut it.
The thing is, and I don’t know if everyone feels it, Evelynn makes me feel something.
I don’t get emotionally attached to women. A caring man is not who I am. But right now, I want to make sure she is always safe. I can see that Brandon seems to be as protective as I am now, but that could be the twin thing at work.
Evelynn excused herself for a few moments to clean up. She needed to get all the massive loads of cum off, not only from her body but her face as well.
“Wow, that was fucking incredible. I can’t believe how many times I came.” My voice is raspy from all the loss of fluids, but a few bottles of water later, I’m good to go.
During the time Evelynn is gone, we all dress and wait for her to return. When she comes back, her face is still glowing. But there’s something different about her. She seems to have something weighing her down.
Grabbing her water, Evelynn clears her throat. Something is up, but none of us are sure what it is.
“Tonight was incredible. You all have me still on pins and needles with excitement, but we have to remember this is my business. I need to stay professional in the eyes of the clients.”
Her voice cracks a few times, making me wonder what the hell happened between her trip to clean-up and now. Did she have a change of heart?
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to make that clear. This place is my parents’ legacy to me, and with them being ill, I need to make sure I’m making them proud. My mother is counting on me.”
Evelynn’s emotions come out through her words.
“Here’s my issue: you all know about the gala, right?” she asks.
Of course, we all know about it. It’s not something that has been kept in the dark. Plus, Evelynn might have mentioned it a few times before.
“Well, my usual date is sick and has canceled on me, so I need someone to accompany me to the gala. It’s black tie, and I was hoping that one of you could help me out and be my escort for the evening.”
While she speaks, she looks at each one of us, her eyes searching for any sign of interest.
As she goes down the line, each one of us explain that we’re booked for the evening. In fact, we all are.
“Wait!” I pull up my phone to check out my schedule.
“My appointment isn’t until a little later, so how about I escort you there. And if anyone else can fill in, we can work this out?”
I know we might not be able to smooth it all out, but I feel good about this woman. I want to help her, and most of all, I feel the need to make sure she’s okay.
With everything that’s happened recently, she might not realize it, but she’s extremely vulnerable.
“I can give an hour.”
“Me, too, if that helps.”
Both Robin and Gustav are on board with showing up at the gala. In fact, each of the guys will
come to the gala. We can double up. And if there are two of us at once, well, she will be the talk of the evening.
“Oh, wow. Thank you all for this. It’s a black-tie event. I hope that this won’t hurt any of your dates for the evening. And I will compensate you for your time.”
Eve is rambling, but not one of us will take money from her. She took a chance, hiring ten guys instead of one. If anything, we owe her.
I shake my head, knowing that everyone feels the same. “No, we work for you, but I think we’re a lot closer than we were four hours ago.”
Everyone laughs, knowing what I said is true. We all now share an experience with Evelynn that we can’t forget.
It wasn’t just sex. It was something on a deeper level.
“So we’re all set here, then?” I ask.
She won’t spend a moment alone at the gala, and none of us will miss the time with our appointments.
“I’ll pick you up first, and then Brandon will take over until his appointment. After that, well, you know. Each of us will make you proud and be the envy of the gala.”
I wink at Evelynn, thrilled as I am that there will be a little extra time getting to know the new boss lady.
“Thank you all for everything. This means a lot to me that you’ve all offered your help.” Evelynn smiles, checking her phone as she says her goodnights to all.
“See you tomorrow, boss.” I look over to my twin, nodding. “See you later, bro.”
As the night winds down, I can’t believe I’m looking forward to spending time with Evelynn. Whatever’s about to go down, I know one thing: this woman is captivating.
Chapter 8
Evelynn
I’m never nervous for a party. I’ve been going to these things since I was twelve.
Even then, people watched me. I could always feel eyes on me. At first they were watching me because of my mother’s business.
But later, when I was eighteen, the staring changed.
No one was looking for traces of my mother in my features anymore; they were just looking at me. I never gave it a thought, though. I know I’m beautiful.
Tonight shouldn’t be any different. I’m in a ballroom I’ve been in hundreds of times before. The same powerful people are here, and the same overly posh appetizers will be passed around by the same bored waiters.
I’m wearing a long blush dress with a high lace collar and a high thigh slit. I always look forward to these events, but this time…this time, my stomach is flipping.
Tonight I make my entrance, carefully timed for optimal attention, not with my usual utterly charming date, but with two devastatingly handsome men.
My head is still spinning a little with the plans for tonight. I’m thrilled that everyone pitched in and made sure they’re schedule worked with all our clients―and with me.
I’m so lucky I hired these guys for Scarlet. Business is booming, and I have ten dates to replace one flaky one.
I’m walking down a grand staircase flanked by Robin and Gustav. They look amazing in their tuxedos.
I appreciate that even though they look exactly the same, there are differences in their suits. Robin wears a mandarin collar, and Gustav is rocking that thin lapel. But their outfits are not what are drawing the whispers, even from the fashion designer off to the left.
Everyone is looking at us. I smile to myself, thinking about our reflection as we walk in.
I like seeing myself look small and precious between these two, and I’m excited to get to know all my new employees better over the course of the evening. Since the interviews, I’ve seen them work, but I haven’t really gotten a chance to talk to any of the guys.
Robin and Gustav take the whispering very well. I imagine they’re used to people staring at them. Being gorgeous identical twins tends to have that effect.
The crowd parts as we walk across the dance floor to our table, just below the main table. A wave of silence greets us and breaks into murmuring conversations as we pass.
Robin puts his hand low on my back. His eyes shine when I look up at him sharply.
“Just making sure you keep up with us,” he whispers in my ear. “My brother has long legs.”
Gustav smiles at Robin’s teasing. He pulls out a chair at our table for me and calls over a white-clad waiter. “The lady needs a glass of champagne, and please bring two club sodas in flutes as well.” Gustav’s tone is commanding, and the waiter rushes off to do his bidding.
“We’re working later,” Gustav says pointedly to Robin before he can object to the soft drinks. “But it wouldn’t do for you to drink alone, Evelynn.” He smiles at me again, reaching out to run a finger across my cheek.
“Eyelash,” he explains. “Make a wish.” He holds out his hand, one tiny hair on the pad of his finger.
I purse my lips and blow softly. I wish to myself that I can have more evenings like this.
“Shall we dance?” Robin’s question breaks into my thoughts. “Since Gustav won’t let me drink, at least I can have a spin on the floor with the sexiest woman in the room.”
Gustav laughs.
I hold out my hand and let Robin lead me to the floor. The band is playing a quick waltz. I wonder for a moment if Robin will know how to ballroom dance.
It didn’t exactly come up in his interview, but the moment he takes me in his arms, I am swept away in his strong lead. I guess I should have expected a dom to be able to lead just about anywhere.
I barely have time to wonder what other talents I will learn about the guys tonight when Robin starts a series of twirls and spins. He expertly guides me around the dance floor, now empty as we have gained quite an audience.
He pulls me close to him and runs his hand firmly from the top of my shoulder and down my spine to just above my ass, pulling me close, then directing me to arch my back in a backward dip.
There is scattered applause. We move again across the floor at a more sedate pace, the frantic showy twirling ending.
“I wanted to make sure they all saw you sparkle,” Robin whispers in my ear.
The music ends, and Robin twirls me one last time, spinning me away from him and landing me right on Gustav’s lap.
I fall onto Gustav laughing. He wraps one arm around my waist to stabilize me. “I’m always glad when Robin shares,” he whispers in my ear.
I blush and take my seat again. Robin sits to my other side, very close. I take a sip of champagne.
“Evelynn, what a pleasure to see you,” a voice from behind me says.
The governor has joined us. This is the first time I have seen him since taking over Scarlet―it’s also me making my first impression as a woman with her own power, not just my mother’s. I turn and gesture for him to take the empty seats across from me without getting up.
“Governor, lovely to see you. Please join us. Gustav, can you get the waiter back to bring the governor some champagne? Or a gimlet, is it, Governor?” I put a hand on Gustav’s arm as the governor and his daughter are seating themselves at our table.
Under the table, I feel Robin’s foot trailing up my calf just under my skirt. I glance over at him. He is leaned back in his chair, smirking.
“Yes, it is. Thank you, Evelynn, for remembering,” the governor replies.
Gustav gestures to another white-clad waiter and orders drinks for the table. “And who are these fine gentlemen?”
“These are my dates, Gustav and Robin.” I smile and gesture to each of them in turn. Silvie, the governor’s daughter, looks green with envy. “B-both of them?” she stutters.
“Why, yes, dear. I could hardly break up a matched set now, could I?” I respond playfully.
The governor clears his throat disapprovingly.
I can feel a flush creeping up across my chest. Robin’s foot has slid up to my thigh, and Gustav has apparently decided to join in his brother’s antics.
The slit in my dress has been moved aside. Thank god for the tablecloth. Without it there, the room would be able to see for a fact tha
t panties just did not go with this outfit.
I’m saved from having to make any further small talk by the waiter returning with his tray. I take a sip of fresh, cold champagne, hoping to control my blushing.
“We should go over and see Mrs. Shurbert. Nice to see you, Evelynn, gentlemen.”
The governor drags Silvie away. I’m left with Gustav and Robin, teasing my legs apart and making me wish I was wearing panties.
Or maybe not.
Chapter 9
Evelynn
“You two have a good time?” Theo comes up behind me.
I have no idea how Theo and Max came in without causing a scene. They are taller than every other man here and dressed identically in black-on-black velvet tuxedos, with long thin scarlet ties accentuating their height. I’m not sure if I’m glad it is time for the changing of the guard or if I wanted to see how much further Robin and Gustav were going to go.
“Pumpkin time already?”
Robin looks at his pocket watch and raises his eyebrows.
“I thought we would have had time for another dance, but I have an appointment to show another naughty girl her place.”
He looks meaningfully at me and lightly brushes his fingers up my arm as he stands.
I stand as well, and Gustav steps in close behind me.
“Have a thrilling evening.” Gustav’s voice is low and gravely, and it sends a shiver up my spine.
Gustav and Robin make their graceful exit, and Theo and Max step in close to me. They may be dressed alike, but they are each wearing a cologne all their own.
Max smells almost sweet, like mouthwatering ripe fruit. Theo smells spicy; he makes me think of a Mexican hot chocolate. Both are subtle, but with the two of them standing so close, I can feel the heat of their bodies and inhale a wave of their combined scent.
“Well, looks like you have a drink. And Robin said something about dancing. Would you like to see what delights the buffet has to offer?” Max asks. He looks hopeful.
“Don’t mind my brother. He has very hearty appetites.” Theo takes my arm and starts leading me to the other side of the room.
