Her Dirty Billionaires_An Office MFM Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Hello, sit please.” Logan gestured to the couch I was already sitting on before.

  I sat down nervously, thinking they would sit on the love seats but instead, they sat on either side of me. I was surrounded by their manliness and intoxicating musk. I couldn’t tell whose was who, but I smelled a light cologne with fresh soap and detergent, and then a rougher cinnamon scent with a sharper cologne. I was almost dizzy.

  “How was your day?” Jake asked, on the other end of the couch he sat with his legs open, as if he were inviting me in…

  “It was good. Long, but good.”

  I felt Logan chuckle. I turned to him, and he smiled kindly.

  “I thought you may want to go over some things.” I hadn’t noticed the folder he was holding until he set it on the table.

  I nodded, “yes, of course.”

  I scooted closer to the table, and then it was impossible to breathe. They both came closer, so much so their legs touched either side of mine. Trapping me. They were so warm, no; hot. Their touch was burning a hole in my dress.

  “We thought we should start with the basics. Maybe you could shadow us for a bit, since we are working on a new development. You can see how we do things from start to finish. Once we meet with legal and financial and all that boring stuff, we can make way with your startup.”

  I stifled a giddy smile. It all seemed so real. Legal, financial, my startup. I knew I was right to insist they didn’t buy me off, what was really crazy was that they didn’t press about it or throw around big numbers to try and sway me. I felt respected, and that meant more than anything.

  But I also felt like I would explode if I didn’t touch one of them. Or one of them didn’t touch me. If I wasn’t sure before, I knew it then. I needed their hands on me. I needed their touch, I needed them. I wasn’t sure how long I could last.

  “If you have any questions, come by anytime. Our doors are always open.” Jake said.

  I turned to him; his eyes were hooded over desire. He wanted me. I turned to Logan; he had the same look. Only he tried to hide it. Could it be because he was a professor? I guessed so.

  “Thank you.” I cleared my throat, and smoothed my clammy palms over my dress.

  They smiled and stood. I missed their warmth immediately.

  “If you stick around for a bit, we can give you an official tour,” Logan added before he shut the door behind him.

  A tour? No way I would make it through that. My mind had gone elsewhere the entire time they were here. Thinking of their hands on me, or their lips exploring me. My pussy clenched the entire time and I felt an undeniable pool of wetness between my legs. I leaned against the back of the couch, shuddering from anything but the cold. I needed a relief, something.

  If I didn’t want this job so damned much—need this job; I would just go in there and act on all the looks they had been giving me for forty-eight hours. But I did need the job.

  My core was melting at the thought of them. I closed my eyes as I sighed, not believing I was even doing this. But I needed it. I slid my fingers between my legs. Their scent was still in the air, surrounding me. My fingers slid between my panties. I could still feel the power of their legs against mine. I brushed against my clit and groaned. I remembered the sound of their voices, washing over me, claiming me. I fondled my clit quickly. I was already so close to the edge. I imagined it was their hands, their hot breath in my ear. Their powerful bodies touching mine. I clenched harder, my sex gushing as I fell faster and faster. I inhaled sharply, their scent still everywhere in the room as I fell off of my climax. I hadn’t even touched myself in so long, it was so fast.

  I used a napkin from my purse to clean myself. Feeling so out of body, I couldn’t believe I had done that. What was worse is that it didn’t help anything. My body had come alive for them, thirsty and wanting.

  They were the only ones that could relieve me.

  Six: Jake

  I jacked off ten times in the last two days trying to get rid of my hard on. It was no fucking use. Madeline was a minx of sorts, and she had me all fucked up. The only thing that would make my hard cock go away was the thought of sticking it in another woman. Crazy, right?

  It was just something about her. Maybe that she was smart, or had such natural intelligence in the business world. Anyone would have taken the money and gone with it. Finished college and been able to say their idea was invested in by one of the biggest companies in business. But not her. She was ready for the hard work, on top of how hard she was already working.

  Then she had to go and wear that dress. It was innocent, a simple office dress but damn, did she make it look like a wet dream come alive. I imagined bunching that blue fabric up to her soaked pussy and pounding it while I watched her suck Logan off.

  We had to have her.

  We saw the looks she gave us. She wanted us too, I needed to make that fucking happen but fucking Logan said to wait. I doubted she was going to run off, that blush across her chest and cheeks wasn’t innocent at all. She has been thinking about fucking us too. She didn’t even flinch when we pretty much trapped her between us on the couch. She must have been thinking about our hands on her, sharing her.

  Back in the office I jacked off again, and as soon as I was done cleaning up I was right back to where I started. Only one thing could make it go away. I forced it down by reading boring as shit emails and arguing with Logan over the budget. I don’t know why he insists on keeping things so low, like he was waiting for a scandal to drown us all. We vet every employee to the tee, they might as well be applying to work for the CIA.

  I guess I couldn’t blame him though. Logan grew up in lesser parts of town. I grew up in a tudor-brick home with parents who were never around. Logan knew how to struggle and go hungry, and I had no clue. So sometimes I just had to go with it. Money wasn’t his motivation, and that’s what made him so dangerous.

  Once I finished up with that, I headed back home. I couldn’t make it through another second with Madeline. While Logan was testing waters or whatever the fuck he had been doing, I stayed the fuck away before I ruined everything.

  For two days I kept my space and watched Madeline from a distance. In her subtle dresses and skirts and pretty pink blouses. The girl was…intoxicating. I might explode from my desire for her. But finally, I’d had enough.

  I wouldn’t wait anymore.

  I knocked on her door and awaited a response.

  “Come in.” I groaned. Her voice even, so soft and bell like. I couldn’t stand it.

  Inside, she was sitting at her desk, wearing a light gray dress with thin straps. Her silky-smooth arms exposed. Her body was flawless, I wondered what she did to keep her hips so round and stomach relatively flat. I liked something to grab onto, something soft to press against me. She was soft everywhere.

  “Hello, would you like to join Logan and I for lunch?” I leaned against the door frame, and she turned and smiled at me with an odd look, then smiled softly.

  “Yes, I’d love to. My first time being able to be here all day and I get a lunch invite?”

  “Yep. We like to treat our people well around here.”

  She stood up and flashed that sweet smile of hers as she grabbed her purse. I swallowed and made way for her to walk past me. She smelled like she showers in fucking berries and vanilla extract. I almost went weak in the knees, dizzy from her scent. I followed her hips as she walked out the door, not looking away until Logan was there.

  He made small talk as we got in the limo to take us to lunch. I was glad Madeline came early today, apparently, she didn’t have class or work on Fridays. I stared at her for most of the drive over as she talked to Logan. He was a lot better at pushing his desire aside and being a normal person. Me? I was mute.

  We sat down in a private booth of a fancy lunch place. We came here every once in a while. We ordered and told them not to disturb us. Madeline sat at the end of the circle booth, and we sat on either side of her. We inched closer to her, until our legs were
trapping her just like before.

  She sat up straight, the crease of her ass and thigh getting tighter in the dress she wore. I shot Logan a look, and he nodded once before sipping his drink

  “How do you like the job so far, Madeline?” It was the first time I hadn’t called her ‘Miss Jackson,’ but she didn’t protest.

  “It’s…” she paused when my fingers trailed up her knee, not stopping until I reached the hem of her dress, “good. I like it.”

  Logan closed his hand over her other thigh, dangerously close to her sex. I felt her stop breathing for a second, then she looked around nervously.

  “No one can see us.” I whispered in her ear, then kissed the hollow beneath her ear so softly she shuddered in response. Then, she nodded ever so softly.

  I knew Logan was the type for this. I wasn’t patient enough and I lacked basic self-control. I gripped her thigh and spread her leg open a little farther then Logan’s hand disappeared and she bit her lip to stifle any noise.

  We had waited long enough, and I was jealous, but I would take this for now. Just watching her give in to her pleasure, watch her let go. I wanted more.

  Seven: Madeline

  My flesh burned from their touches, and I decided to stop resisting my urges. I couldn’t keep fighting off the lust that grew more potent each day. I wanted them both since the moment I met them, and it was impossible for me to resist them anymore. Logan was a professor at my college, so if anyone found this out I would be in big trouble, but somehow the rational part of my brain had shut down.

  Jake pushed aside the plates and food, making some space on the table. He grabbed my waist and dropped me on the wooden surface, claiming my mouth as he worked on the buttons of my dress. I moaned into his mouth and pressed against his erection, my desire pooling on my panties.

  “I can feel just how wet you’re through our clothes. You want us that badly?” Jake muttered and pressed his lips against mine again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.

  His hands on my now naked shoulders set my skin on fire. Logan sat beside me and helped Jake slide the upper part of my dress down, leaving me naked from the waist up.

  “No bra. Just perfect,” Logan muttered and covered my breasts with his large hands. My nipples rose to meet him, turning into two hard, sensitive nubs that begged to be touched.

  “You taste perfectly,” Jake said. “I’m dying to know what your pussy tastes like.”

  I cried out and rubbed my core against him, urging him to get my clothes off me. Realizing what I wanted, he pulled the dress down and threw it aside.

  “You’re so sexy, Madeline.” Logan kissed my neck, creating a sizzling sensation that burst through my body. His soft lips opened, allowing his tongue to play with my sensitive skin, and the pleasure became something I could barely handle. It was intoxicating and turning me into a hot mess.

  I slid my hands down their chests, reveling in the feel of their sculpted muscles beneath my palms, and reached their crotches at the same time. Their groans mixed with my moans when I groped them both, impatient to get them inside of me.

  “You’re driving us crazy,” Jake muttered and pushed me down. He bent my legs and placed them separated at the edge of the table, stepping in between them. He ripped off my panties and pressed them against his nose, inhaling the scent. Oh my. “You smell so damn good. Now, let’s make you feel amazing.”

  Before I could even say anything to that, he brought his fingers to my mound and thrust them inside of me, bringing me mind-blowing sensations. Logan claimed my lips as Jake pumped me hard, and my juices poured out of me in unceasing waves, covering Jake’s fingers. I was quickly lost in the intensity of their touches, growing wetter with each rough thrust.

  Logan’s fingers played with my nipples as he kissed my neck, and all these simultaneous sensations brought me too quickly to an orgasm more powerful that anything I’d ever felt. I repeated their names again and again as the pleasure ripped through me, but before it could end, they switched places.

  “Wait until you feel this,” Logan growled and gave me an open-mouthed kiss directly on my clit.

  “Logan! That... Oh...” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, thrashing against the table in ecstasy as he sucked on my swollen clit. Jake pressed my hands against the table so I wouldn’t move, while Logan held my legs in place. I was completely restrained, but that only added to my pleasure, and before I knew it, I got close to my climax again.

  Just when I was about to crash, Logan released my clit and moved his tongue quickly around it, winding me up.

  “Logan... Please... Make me come...”

  He growled, his fingers digging into my thighs, but he didn’t do what I needed him to. Instead, he slid his tongue down to my hole and pushed it inside. I arched my back and cried out his name, my legs convulsing forcefully. I was dripping wet, soaking his face, and seconds away from coming...

  “Now it’s your turn again,” Logan told Jake and stepped aside, earning a protest from me. My pussy was throbbing so fast, and I wanted to beg them to let me have what I needed the most.

  Logan unfastened his belt as Jake latched onto my clit, finishing what Logan had started. I was seriously close to my release now, clawing at the table as the pressure became too much. His lips and tongue did extraordinary things to my clit that made the pressure reach the bursting point too fast.

  “Jake! Fuck!” I pressed my pussy against his face, grinding shamelessly as my orgasm went on.

  Logan’s cock was now protruding out of his pants, no longer hidden beneath the material, and I was unable to take my eyes off of his thick length. He was massive! My mouth became dry when I imagined him pounding my tight pussy, and my hole closed around the emptiness in me, asking to be filled.

  “Please, Logan. Fuck me.”

  His smirk was huge, but instead of thrusting inside of me when he stepped in between my legs, he took a bowl with whipped cream and collected some with his fingers. He brought cream to my wet mound and smeared it over my outer lips and clit.

  “Oh! Logan!”

  “How does it feel, sweetheart? Tell me. I want to know everything.”

  “It’s amazing. I want you to lick it clean.”

  He raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, his cock growing even bigger. “Such a naughty girl. Did you hear her, Jake? Bossing her bosses around.”

  Jake stepped next to Logan, stroking his rock-hard cock slowly. He was impressive just like Logan, and my mound contracted at the thought of the two of them fucking me at the same time. His tip was glistening with his pre-cum, making me more desperate to get them inside of me.

  “Please... Ah!” Logan mouth closed around my clit again, and I was hot all over again, like I hadn’t had two orgasms already.

  “Mmm, so delicious.” His tongue picked all cream from my core, and my wetness overflowed out of me once more.

  Jake picked some cream and rubbed it on my nipples. “You look amazing like this.” He took two strawberries and squeezed them above my nipple, sending their juices right onto my nubs.

  As soon as Logan licked me clean, he took the raspberries from the bowl with fruits and squirted them onto my clit. His hot mouth sent me to the new heights of pleasure, and I wasn’t myself anymore. Jake played with my nipples, letting his hands roam all over my waist and stomach, and I could barely breathe. What were they doing to me?

  “Please, guys... Do something...”

  “Now you can come,” Logan said and sucked my clit into his mouth, making me come.

  “Yes!” I moaned and jerked my hips when another climax shattered me. They changed places again, but this time when Jake stepped in between my legs as he put on a condom.

  “You want this, huh?” He rubbed the head of his manhood against my pulsating core, teasing me to no extent.

  “Yes,” I breathed out. “Please, I need you deep inside of me right now.” My voice wasn’t mine as I begged him to make me his.

  “You’re going to get
it deep, honey.”

  Logan stopped behind me and placed his hands on my breasts, his fingertips grazing my nipples in the most pleasurable way. Jake placed my legs on his shoulders, fully exposing me to him, and probed my entrance.

  “Fuck. So tight,” he said, pushing slowly inch by inch into me until he filled me completely.

  “Jake.” He was enormous. My walls closed around him greedily, sucking him deeper inside, and it felt amazing. “Yes, Jake! Faster!”

  “You want faster?” He pulled out of me and pushed back inside the next moment, but he didn’t increase his speed, wanting me to beg.

  “Please, Jake. Please, fuck me faster.”

  His lips curled into a smile, his gray eyes becoming stormy as he looked back at me. Logan was twisting my nipple while he jerked himself with the other hand, his uneven breathing matching Jake’s and mine.

  “You hear this, Logan? She wants faster. She wants me to rip her pussy apart.” His slow, steady rhythm produced pleasure bordering on agony. He tortured me with his lack of speed.

  He wanted me like this. He wanted me to starve for them.

  “How does she feel?”

  “Amazing, man. She’s so tight and the way her pussy hugs me each time I enter her... I love it.”

  He raised my ass high in the air, entering me even deeper, and finally moved faster. I screamed and Logan slammed his lips against mine, drowning my voice.

  “Fuck. So damn good.” He was entering me so deep, beyond anything I’d ever felt, and it numbed all my senses.

  I grabbed Logan’s arms and held onto him as Jake rammed into me, returning his passionate kiss fervently. He was a great kisser, and his mouth and tongue awoke all my senses. There was something unusually erotic in the way one man fucked me while the other kissed the hell out of me, and the sensations grew to be more powerful than anything I’d ever felt.