Double Obsessions

by Charlotte Sloan

  “I know everything,” he said calmly, without even the faintest trace of emotion in his voice. “I know about Mark, your lying to me, all of it...”

  “God, I... I don't know what to say... How-how did you...?”

  “Well, you were never really that convincing, in retrospect... I felt from the beginning that you had something you were concealing from me, but I wanted to respect your privacy, so I just decided not to dig into it any. That is, until I ran into your friend Clarissa on the street, and she happened to make mention of a person named Mark in your life...”

  “Oh God... God... God...”

  “And so I went and talked to this Mark today. I was careful about what I said at first, but then I felt like I just had to reveal the truth in the end. I was actually quite surprised with how he responded to the knowledge.”

  “I-I...” My head was spinning, and for the damn life of me I couldn't find the words to respond to the information being given to me, particularly as it was being delivered in so cool and dispassionate a fashion. “What did he say?” I managed to at last spit out.

  And then, my heart practically skipped a beat, as suddenly Mark himself stepped from behind a corner, staring at me with an almost tangible lust in his eyes, and a devastating, lascivious grin across his face.

  “I really don't mind you having a little bit of fun every now and then, you know...” he said, sauntering up to me, and my entire body heating up and my anatomy beginning to quiver in frightened anticipation of what was about to happen, whatever the hell that may have been...

  “But,” he continued, shocking the hell out of me, “it would have been nice if you'd have thought to include me in it too, you know?”

  My jaw practically hit the floor at this...

  Was this... Was this...

  Was what I thought was happening really, truly, honest to God happening?

  And sure enough, I was suddenly being given a taste of my two men's secret, bisexual, polyamorous streak, their bodies closing in around me, and their lips plummeting down onto me like wild in a frenzy of activity.

  I couldn't believe it... I couldn't even begin to process it...

  The three of us, without warning, were beginning to make out, the early stages of a ménage a trois unfolding right there in the middle of my living room, completely unexpected, unprecedented, and now, more wonderful than anything I might ever have imagined.

  Mark's lips were on mine, my lips were on Justin's, and then, shockingly, mind-bendingly, Justin's lips were back around on Mark's. I watched them awe as they locked lips and swapped spit, kissing in a manner that I would never have suspected them of being able to do with other men.

  And then, inevitably, the cycle came back around to me, completing the hot, sticky, agonizing circuit, and sending me reeling through the roof with pleasure.

  The three of us tore through the house like a twister, all three suddenly overtaken with lust and enthusiasm, unable to get enough of one another no matter how hard we tried. I could feel them, as they pressed themselves up against me, hardening, driving me wild with their erections, making me want them, making me burn for them in a way that you wouldn't damn believe.

  And a moment later, we were in the bedroom, our clothes dissolving down along our bodies, vanishing like liquid, and the two of them wrapping their naked, heaving, sweaty selves around me.

  Justin stood behind me, running kisses along my neck, grinding his boner between the cheeks of my ass, and driving me insane with desire for him. And Mark, meanwhile made out with me in front, squeezing on my tits, my sandwiched anatomy nearly dissolving into a puddle in between the two of them.

  And slowly, I slid myself down, down, down into a squatting position, removing the obstacle of my flesh from between the two of them, and giving them space to lean in toward one another.

  Draping themselves over me, they began to kiss one another once again, and I did them the courtesy of seizing hold of their penises while they made out above, stroking, caressing, masturbating, savoring the melting of their shafts through my fingers with each hard, powerful snap of my wrist.

  I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck on both of them, swapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from one cock to the other, deep throating them, choking myself, feeling driven insane as I tried to keep up with my own established rhythm.

  Fluids began to roll humiliatingly down my throat as I sucked and popped and switched between the two men, my head bobbing wildly, almost painfully, and their erections, all the while, becoming coated in a sticky, gooey accumulation of saliva-the only lubrication I would be receiving through this, as it just so happened...

  For a brief spell, I was bent over, and taken from behind by Mark, who thrusted into my body like an animal, almost violently at points, each of his passing thrusts knocking me forward into Justin, who was on his knees in front of me, his cock being steadily rammed down my throat, choking me quite beautifully.

  When the men had had their fill of this, finally, I was at last double penetrated by my two lovers, a punishment as sweet as I could possibly have imagined as I was draped out on top of Mark's splayed body like a blanket.

  He pushed his cock up inside me, grinding through my pussy from below, his one erection already going quite a long way in stretching me out in a sweet, painful fashion. And then, Lord help me, Justin climbed up on top of the pile, mounting me from above, his added weight a devastatingly beautiful thing as I struggled to breathe between the two men's anatomies.

  He plunged himself inside, grinding his hot, fat cock into my pussy atop of Mark's own, their shafts grinding together and driving me wild from the eroticism of it.

  At last, he touched down as well, and the two of them began to pump into my body, grinding and thrusting and fucking from both angles, stretching out my cunt in a manner that was absolutely mind-blowing. They grunted and smashed and slammed into my body, popping and pushing and pounding with a force that was doubly agonizing.

  I began to squeal, to moan, to cry out at the top of my lungs, my pussy smashed to bits by the combined force of this bouquet of penises inside me, any lack of wholeness I might have felt prior to now presently filled and overwhelmed by the sweet, sweet abundance of love being smacked into my system in that moment.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” I moaned, as at last the two smashed at full force inside of me, striking me to my deepest, most concealed core, tearing me apart, and overflowing into my body.

  The two men began to ejaculate, their hot, sticky cum inundating one another's still thrusting shafts with decadent, molten sperm. They continued shifting and pumping of their shafts through this gooey, liquid ether was entirely too much for me, and I began to climax like wild, savoring the fact of being filled up to the brim by these sweet, sweet bastards.

  And as I skyrocketed through the heavens of my delight, I began to wonder how it was that I had ever felt incomplete. I felt ecstatic and satisfied as I now was in the overabundance of these two men's combined, mutual love for me.

  It wouldn't be for a couple of months until I found out I was pregnant, and uncertain as to which of the two current lovers was the child's true father-but, I suppose, that's another story entirely...

  *****

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  Abby Walker nervously wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Once again, she tried to remind herself that she had no reason to be nervous. She had a plan, she could put it into action, she could carry it out.

  She was settled now in the front row at one of the largest fashion houses in New York, waiting for their latest fashion show to start up. She looked stunning in her low cut, short black dress and six-inch Jimmy Choos. Abby loved fashion. Sh
e’d grown up with it, and the models that went through it, her entire life.

  Abby’s father, Ed Walker, had co-created the most successful modeling agency in New York City. While Abby was pretty enough to be in the industry herself, her father had gone out of his way to protect her. Ed Walker did not want her to see the ugliness that could come with both the modeling and underside of the business enterprise. That had not stopped Abby from ending up at parties, or corporate events. That was where she had met the man who was currently seated on the other side of the runway from her—Mitchell Fields.

  Mitchell Fields had been her father’s business partner her entire life. Mitchell was twice her age, but he was gorgeous. She’d developed a crush on him early and it had been with her ever since. Not that Mitchell had ever noticed. She’d always been nothing but Ed’s Little Girl to him. But today, Abby had a feeling that was going to change.

  Abby had not seen Mitchell in several years. She’d graduated high school and gone off to college, coming home only on the occasional holiday break and never for a full summer. Now that graduation was over, she had just returned to New York after finishing at Yale. Her degree was just as impressive as her looks. She was twenty-three now, and had grown up in all of the right ways. Abby’s long blonde hair, huge green eyes and killer figure had gotten her the attention of all of the Ivy League boys. Despite that, she was still a virgin. She was holding out for just the right man… and today she was going to have him.

  She was not a little girl anymore, and today Mitchell Fields would see that. Abby was going to seduce him if it was the last thing that she did. Studying him, she realized that he looked even better than he had in the past. She had chosen her outfit with the intent of proving to him that she was no child. She had gone through every modeling tip and technique on makeup that she had learned over the years. Expensive foundations and brighteners accented her flawless skin. Her eyes were rimmed in black liner and mascara. She had topped off the look with bright red lipstick. She looked hot-and Mitchell was going to notice.

  The house lights dropped. Abby smiled as her eyes focused across the runway on Mitchell. Her tongue traced across her lips once more while she crossed one long leg over the other. Her Yale roommate and best friend Maria had dared her to seduce the man she had been lusting over all these years. Abby suspected that Maria might have been growing weary with hearing about Mitchell. As long as Abby had known Maria, she had her crush on Mitchell. Maria had sat through countless nights of Abby googling recent pictures of Mitchell or just declaring how gorgeous he was. So when the other girl had offered out the challenge, she could not really blame her. After all, the other girl who had watched Abby walk away from countless men her own age over the years. So when the dare had come out of Maria’s mouth, Abby had thought it was as much a challenge to make her stop talking as much as it was one to see if she could do it. Abby had accepted immediately.

  Abby smiled at the memory, just as Mitchell happened to turn. He looked across the runway at her. Their eyes met. She gave him a sly smile. She watched as Mitchell’s eyes roamed over her. Abby held back a grin. The look on Mitchell’s face said it all. He wanted her already. This was going to be no trouble at all. Abby licked her lips again. Maybe she did have a reason to be nervous after all.

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  Mitchell Fields took a deep breath, trying to hide his arousal. Who the hell was the girl in the front row? He knew that he had never seen her here before—he certainly would have remembered. She was gorgeous, and she would not stop staring at him. Mitchell was not doing much better himself. He could barely take his eyes off of her to concentrate on the girls on the runway.

  Mitchell was used to beautiful women hanging on him. He was forty, but he enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle. He had never really seen himself as the settle down type. Therefore, he had every intention of sticking to his world of drinks and hot sex with gorgeous models.

  Getting older had done nothing to his looks. Mitchell still looked fabulous. His black hair had a few streaks of distinguishing gray in it. He himself kept to a strict workout routine and diet. It paid off. Models were always after him. Actually, all women were always lusting after him.

  The fashion show ended not a moment too soon. Mitchell got up from his seat. He was a bit ashamed to admit that he had not paid as much attention as he probably should. He was too distracted by the hot blonde seated across from him. He hoped that she was on her way over to the after show party. He needed to find her—immediately if not sooner.

  There was always an after show party filled with drinks and bands. It was a good way to network, give feedback, or simply hype up publicity with the press. Of course, it was also where some of the darker aspects of the modeling business began to form. That always happened.

  He entered the large room that was already filling up with beautiful women and well-dressed men. He knew that most of the men in the room did not have the best of intentions where the women lay. That was the problem with modeling. Women too quickly became objects that symbolized only one thing. While he did not care much to think about it, it was something that he had to admit he was guilty of from time to time.

  He laid eyes on his mystery woman near the bar. She was sipping on a glass of red wine. Mitchell smiled. He began making his way through the crowd. It took him a few moments. He kept getting stopped by both men and women alike. Everyone wanted his attention. While most of the men wanted to talk business or compliment him on the company’s successes, the women were batting their eyes in ways that Mitchell knew. Apparently his reputation preceded him.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” He finally reached the mystery woman’s side. He leaned against the bar beside her, ordering himself a gin and tonic. The girl turned to him. Her eyes were bright green. Her lips were a beautiful shade of bright crimson. Mitchell felt the lust well up in him immediately. He could already imagine what those lips could do to him.

  “Couldn’t take my eyes off of it.” The girl put her wine glass on the bar. “It was everything I wanted.” Mitchell chuckled.

  “I don’t believe that we’ve met. I’m Mitchell Fields.” He offered her a hand.

  “It’s my pleasure.” She shook his hand firmly.

  “And you are-?” Mitchell pressed gently. He was curious just who she could be. He had never seen her here before, after all.

  “A fashion lover who is thrilled to meet the brilliant mind behind this empire.” She leaned against the bar beside him as her fingers wrapped around her wine glass once more.

  “Flattery will get you everything.” Mitchell looked the girl over. His eyes immediately landed on her chest. She had quite the figure-that was for sure. “Have we met before?”

  “Oh, we may have run into each other a time or two, but it was nothing formal.” She was quite casual about it. “Regardless, I have always been a fan of yours, Mr. Fields.”

  “Oh have you?” Mitchell took a quick sip of his drink. He set the glass on the bar. “And please, call me Mitchell.”

  “Well of course… Mitchell.” His name rolled so smoothly off of those beautiful red lips. Mitchell could barely contain himself.

  “So are you a model yourself?” The girl laughed.

  “Not hardly.” She took a step closer to him. Mitchell shook his head solemnly.

  “Such a shame. A beautiful girl like you? You could be any modeling agent’s dream.” The girl laughed once more. It was delicate, musical. Mitchell could not believe his level of interest in this incredible woman whom he had just met.

  “Well, you are quite the flatterer.” She shook her long blonde hair. Mitchell picked up the faint aroma of shampoo and expensive perfume.

  “I’ve been in this business for a few years.” Mitchell sipped his drink once more. “I’ve got an eye for beautiful women.”

  “I’m certain that you do.” The girl’s bright red lips formed a coy smile. “Men like you are brilliant.”

  “Well, I’m not the only one who is good with flattery.”

 
“I can’t help myself.” She took a step closer to him. “There’s just something about a man in power that has always… turned me on.”

  Mitchell smiled. So she was certainly interested. That was a good thing. He wanted to see what was under that skimpy little dress that she was wearing.

  “It’s certainly a shame that you never went into modeling.” Mitchell took his own step closer to her. “The runway would have loved you.”

  “Thank you.” His mystery woman took another step closer. It made the scent of her intoxicating perfume stronger. When he moved his arm to rest on the bar, he brushed against her breasts. She did not pull away. In fact, she looked even more interested.

  “What can I tell you?” Mitchell pressed his arm more firmly against her breast. “I know a body the camera would love.”

  He watched her press her tongue against her front teeth. He found it incredibly sexy. He moved his arm slightly so that he could stroke his fingers against the side of her breast.

  “Actually,” he murmured, “I know a body that anyone would love.”

  “Oh, I know that you do.” The woman let her hand fall to rest on his upper arm. “I know all about your talent, Mr. Fields. There’s no one that I’d… trust… more.”

  Mitchell shook his head. He met his share of beautiful women at these events, and he had many of them play up to him, but this one seemed to have a particular determination. He did not really understand it—or why she was not offering her name. But he was not about to turn her down.

  “If you ever do want to get into the business,” he met her eyes, “you just let me know. I’ll make sure to find you the right connections.”

  The woman laughed flirtatiously. It was a beautiful sound, and the action made her brilliant green eyes light up. She was playing this game like a champion—and she was clearly in it to win it.

  “Well, maybe if you were really interested, I could find some time to give you a private performance.”