by Dark Angel
"Sure," I answer rhetorically. "But both men were dashing, good looking, and confident. In their own way, both made me feel sexy. No one can blame me for wanting to feel sexy and wanted."
There are some murmurs among the crowd. I'm starting to win them over.
But it doesn't matter.
Because by the time I'm done, this will be all over.
"Did I sleep with them?" I ask, and let the question hang in the air.
"Sure," I say out loud.
You remember those thousand suns I made fun of Sloane about to you a few minutes earlier?
Well, I take it back.
The flashes are blinding.
But I go on.
"Did I have sex with both at the same time? Yes. Did I enjoy it? Absolutely. Will I do it again? You bet. Do I care what you think?" I finish with a question and the crowd looks at me with bated breath. "Not one bit."
There's a collective sigh. It's like the air has been let out of a balloon.
"Honestly, if you think this is bad, you need to hold a mirror up to your own lives and look at what you're doing," I say into the microphone. "Explain to me why it's wrong for me to love a man who at one time was married to my mother but is in no way related to me. Or to love a man who had a completely different mother and only knew me or another older man through marriage. Are we saying that's wrong now? Because that sounds pretty silly to me."
I swear you could hear a pin drop.
"Are we saying threesomes are bad?" I ask again, with incredulity. "Because that would mean that everything we prize as a culture is wrong. Or is it just that one man with two women is okay, but one woman with two men is bad?"
Now they're starting to look at each other.
"And since when do we as a people start tearing down love and start celebrating betrayal?" I ask aloud.
Now the people are looking at me with puzzlement. And here it comes.
"Let me tell you what it is that I make, because I don't make just your average sex toy," I say into the microphone and smile. Here it comes.
"My sex toys can do a number of things. They can track what you're reading on the Kindle or any other e-reader. They can sense what web page your visiting on your tablet. All this is designed so that they can stimulate you at the appropriate times and you don't have to," I explain.
"One of the things they can do if someone is so inclined, is to record sounds," I say and take a pause. "At first, I put in the functionality in case you want to ever hear yourself moan after you cum."
People are starting to squirm now. I'm talking about sex. Oh no. What kind of lady does that in public?
Fuck that.
As you can tell, this whole thing with Drake and Sloan has gotten me to the point where I am just done.
Seriously, I don't have any more fucks left to give.
Which is why I bring the hammer down hard.
"Let's just suppose that I was wearing such a toy—a bullet, actually—on a certain occasion when my mother came to visit me in my apartment," I say, and reach into my pocket and retrieve the tiny appliance.
"And let's just say that it was set to record any sort of sounds or speech that occurred near me," I say with a mischievous smile.
There's no more need to say anything. I push a button on my phone and hold the bullet close to the microphone. There's a few seconds of static and then you can hear some rustling.
I fast forward to the point where I need to be.
You can now hear my mother's voice.
"Honestly, Natalie, I'm warning you," she says out loud. You remember this part right?
"If you don't get out of this filthy sex toy business, you're not going to be considered my daughter any longer," she screeches.
"And so what?" I shout back from the recording. "It's not like you were ever a mother to me!"
There's a sound of a slap.
"You ungrateful little bitch!" you can hear the yelling. "You better watch your back, baby girl. Because I'm about to destroy both you, your stepdad, and your stepbrother."
This is where I had drawn my breath at the anger in her eyes.
"I'll make the world hate you! To the point where they close your business down for you! And by the time I'm done destroying the three of you, they'll be wanting to make me a saint for putting up with you," Mom says. I'm lucky she was talking directly at me.
"You wouldn't," I say, shocked. "Not to your own family."
"I hate all three of you," she says. "And with the reporters I have in my payroll, you're going to watch Sloane and Drake suffer."
The sound of a door slamming shut comes out. That's where Mom left.
I turn off the bullet.
"Are you sure you're upset at the wrong people?" I ask with a smile.
There's a moment. A very brief moment of quiet.
And then ... chaos.
Flashes from cameras. People yelling questions. Shouting.
A few reporters who were yelling questions from the front are silent. They've gone a bit green.
No doubt they were working for Mom.
I watch them try to slink out. But the crush of the reporters and pedestrians who want to come closer is too much.
I'm about to take questions when I feel a hand on my back.
Drake is standing there. Sloane is smiling.
"You've done enough, Natalie," he says with a smile. "Let's leave them be and go upstairs."
I look to Sloane. He nods in agreement. A smile on his face and eyes that scan my body. He wants to rip off my clothes and fuck me.
Good.
We're back to normal.
I want this normal forever.
Natalie
We’re together and, more than that, we’re a family. Between the three of us, there’s more than enough love to go around. We go upstairs and get our things and head out through the back entrance of the building away from the crowd that’s still forming. I’m thinking that we just hail a cab and head straight toward the nearest hotel room.
It’s only a five-minute ride, but what a tortuous ride; I’m so anxious to get the clothes off their bodies that I have to restrain myself from doing it in the back of the taxi. Of course, it doesn’t help that they have their hands on my knees, and that I can see their cocks bulging under their pants.
The moment the taxi halts to a stop, we step out of it in a hurry and head straight to the hotel lobby. I don’t even know its name; I just know that it’s a hotel and that, somewhere inside, there’s a room we can book and use.
Drake takes the lead and walks toward the reception desk. Five minutes after that, he walks back to Sloane and I, dangling a set of keys in front of us. We almost run to the elevator and, the moment the doors close and leave us alone inside the cramped metallic box, it’s like sparks start flying off our bodies. The air around us seems heavy and electric, and I know that once we’re inside the room that there’ll be no holds barred. We’re going to fuck, and we’re going to fuck hard. Just like we’re used to. Except this time it’s special; this time we’re celebrating a massive victory. We’re celebrating the road that lies ahead, our future together. As a family.
When we get to our floor, I snatch the keys from Drake’s hand and make a beeline toward our door. I take a deep breath to steady my trembling hands, and I finally manage to slide the keys inside the lock and turn it.
Just like I predicted, the moment we step foot inside the room and close the door behind us, it’s on. Drake closes the distance between him and I, and grabbing me by the wrists, he pins me against the wall, my arms over my head. He crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me hard and making me even wetter than before.
Sloane leans against the wall by my side and, placing one hand on my knee, he lets his fingers trail to the hemline of my dress … and then further up. Sliding his fingers under my dress, he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs, and I moan hard, pulling back from Drake’s kiss.
“I want you so much,” I whisper, and my body is so tensed up
with anticipation that it’s a struggle to get the words out of my mouth. “I want you, both of you,” I continue, my words dripping with desire.
“So do we,” Drake tells me, sliding his hand under my dress and placing it on top of Sloane’s. He presses down hard and I moan again, my voice so high-pitched that my eardrums might rupture.
Sloane flicks my thong to the side with two fingers, and then starts caressing my pussy, going up and down the length of my inner lips. At the same time, Drake places his thumb on top of my clit and rubs it with slow soft circles, drawing another quivering sequence of moans out of me.
My moan turns into a sudden groan as Sloane uses his middle finger to part my pussy lips and, with a flick from his wrist, he pushes it inside of me. Curling his finger upward, he goes straight to my G-spot and, the moment he finds it, he presses on it as hard as he can.
He holds his position there, making my insides burn, and Drake keeps on stroking my clit, his rhythm growing into a maddening crescendo of lust.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sloane whispers against my ear, his lips brushing over my skin as he starts moving his finger in and out of me, fingering me fast and hard. I arch my back and throw my head against the wall, barely able to think straight. Right now my brain is too busy processing the fingers working on my pussy and demolishing every trace of rationality.
“Harder,” I pant, grabbing Sloane’s wrist and urging him to go faster. Which he does right away, his finger flying in and out of me so fast I don’t even have the time to scream. I just grit my teeth and let pleasure overtake me, my pussy lips spasming rhythmically.
The orgasm spreads from my pussy and takes over my muscles, making them twitch as if I’m having a seizure.
“That’s a start,” Drake whispers, taking his finger out of me. Sloane does the same, and then the two of them take their hands to my shoulders and yank on my dress, pushing its straps down my arms and baring my chest.
Hooking his fingers on the right cup of my bra, Drake tugs it down to reveal one hard rosy tip. Before I can even prepare for it, he leans into me and parts his lips, wrapping them around my nipple and sucking it inside his mouth.
Taking his cue from Drake, Sloane does the same, pushing the cup of my left breast down and guiding his mouth toward my nipple. I run my fingers through their hair as they suck on me, and a bright grin creeps up on my lips. Is this really happening? Not the sex, I mean, but all this happiness I’m feeling; is this real?
I almost pinch myself to make sure that no, I’m not dreaming, but Sloane does it for me; he pulls my nipple with his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, and a subtle cry of pleasure tumbles out from between my lips. “That’s, ah … that’s good,” I gasp, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my breast.
Their hands go down to my waist and, moving in synchronicity, they pull my dress down. It falls around my ankles, all bunched up, and I just kick it off to a corner.
“Let’s get this off,” Drake continues, his hands trailing up my spine until he finds the clasp of my bra. Unhooking with one deft effort, he then grabs it and tugs on it, pulling it off me with one harsh movement.
Wearing only my thong now, I feel more than ready for what comes next—whatever it is.
Squeezing my tits harshly, my flesh molding to their fingers, they both go down to their knees at the same time. Drake goes in first, diving into me and pressing his open mouth against the wet patch of fabric on my thong. He sucks my juices over the fabric, a delighted expression on his face, and Drake joins him; with both men’s mouths pressed against the wetness between my thighs, I have no other option but to scream again.
Perhaps it’s my scream that does it, but the moment I do it they act fast, grabbing my thong at the same time, they pull it against my outer thigh and tear if off my body. There’s a ripping sound and, just like that, I’m standing fully naked while a savage hunger flickers in their eyes.
Grinning wickedly, I raise one leg and place it over Drake’s shoulder, angling myself so that the two of them can get at my pussy easier. Which they do right away, their mouths going back to my pussy as if what I have between my legs is a magnet.
I gasp and moan at the same time as their mouths make contact with the sensitive nerve endings on my drenched folds. Using their tongues at the same time, they demolish my clit and then jab at my insides, pushing me to the edge of pleasure. All it takes is a little push and I’m going to—OH GOD!
Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as a sudden explosion destroys everything inside my skull, decimating every sane thought my brain has ever produced, and leaving only the most sinful and decadent ones. Grabbing them by the hair, I pull them into me and thrust at the same time, rubbing my juices all over their faces as I come.
I sway my hips from side to side, my body completely out of control, and then I just go limp; it happens from one second to the next, almost as if someone flicked the OFF switch inside of me.
I take my leg out from Sloane’s shoulder and slide down the wall, no strength left in my legs. The moment my ass hits the ground, I close my eyes and lean against the wall, out of breath.
“Tired already?” I hear Sloane’s voice, but it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere very far away. I open my eyes, feeling lightheaded, and smile.
“Not a chance in hell,” I whisper, forcing myself to kneel in front of them. I reach for their crotches, my arms moving like striking snakes, and press the palm of my hands against the bulging shapes tenting their pants. I massage their cocks for a few seconds, feeling them throb against my fingers, and then something inside of me snaps.
With a moan and a growl, I grab their belts and unbuckle them as fast as I can, my fingers working clumsily but getting it done. I don’t even bother with unzipping their flies; I just grab their pants, one at a time, and push them from side to side, forcing the zipper to go down on its down.
Not satisfied yet, I tug on their pants and send them down their legs. Realizing that I need them both naked right now, they kick off their shoes and pants, and then turn to each other; they grab each other’s shirts and start unbuttoning them, their eyes locked as lustful smiles creep up on their faces.
This is about to get hot—scorching hot.
Once their shirts slide down their arms and they’re only standing in their boxer briefs, I do the rest. I hook my fingers on the last piece of fabric on their gorgeous bodies and push it down, their cocks springing free violently and slapping each other with a dry noise that makes my heart skip a beat.
I’m about to reach for them and start stroking when Drake goes down to his knees, right by my side. We exchange a glance and I realize what he wants—oh, yeah, this is definitely going to get hot.
Grinning wildly, I grab Sloane’s cock and point it straight at Drake. Wasting no time, he leans into Sloane and, as his eyelids droop, he opens his mouth as wide as he can. He reaches for the tip of Sloane’s cock with his tongue and, after tracing its contour, he simply lets himself fall forward and allows that huge cock to sheath inside his mouth to the hilt.
I watch him suck on Sloane as if I’m in trance, my eyes following the movement of his head—back and forth, back and forth, just like a pendulum. Hypnotized by the scene, I only notice that I’m leaning in when I see Sloane’s balls hanging in front of my mouth. I do the only logical thing then, which is to open my mouth as wide as I can and take one of his balls inside of me.
I lap at it with my tongue, rolling it inside my mouth, and then I close my eyes and make a mighty effort to open my mouth even wider. A sharp stab of pain runs through the bones in my jaw but I push through, only stopping when I finally manage to get both his balls inside of my mouth. I suck on them as hard as I can, and only pull back when I run out of air.
Drake pulls out at the same time, curling his fingers around Sloane’s shaft and stroking him fast. He moves his body to the side, opening a space for me, and I waste no time; I move forward and allow Sloane’s cock to p
ierce me at once, his long inches rolling over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.
I don’t even have to move; Sloane does all the heavy lifting. Tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place, he starts to rock his hips, fucking my little mouth eagerly. He does it until a slight electric spasm runs through his cock, and then he starts slowing down until he stops. He takes his cock out of my mouth with a groan, and it springs free so fast it slaps my face with a wet sound.
Suddenly, a wild madness takes over me and I grab Sloane’s hand; I pull him down until he's on his knees, and then I strike. I take my hands to his shoulders and push him back, forcing him to lie down, and then I climb on top of his body. Except, inside of sitting across his waist, I only stop when I’m easing myself over his mouth.
I sit down on his face, and he responds by grabbing me by the hips, pulling me into him. Sloane wastes no time and joins us; he goes up to his feet and, walking around Drake, he stands right in front of me. Grabbing his cock, he angles it down so that it's right in front of my face and I do all the rest, leaning forward and taking him into my mouth.
I sway my hips back and forth, riding Sloane’s face, and I use that flowing motion to suck on Drake, my mouth moving steadily over his shaft. I keep on doing it until my muscles start cramping up, but I don’t stop; I only interrupt the steady movement of my body when Sloane jabs his tongue inside my pussy and my body tenses up like a nocked narrow.
“I’m going to --” I start, but the orgasm comes faster than I can speak. It shoots up my spine just in time to choke down my words, and then it bursts inside my skull like a thermonuclear bomb, scorching every single nerve ending on its way.
I remain seated over Sloane’s cock as the orgasm washes over me, a pleasant warmness crawling under my skin. Only when the waves of ecstasy recede from my mind do I move, pulling back from Drake’s cock and sliding down Sloane’s body.
