by Dark Angel
“We’ll go to war,” I say, standing by Drake and Sloane’s side, “and we’ll win.”
Natalie
“There’s no end to this fucking insanity,” Sloane sighs, waving his hand at the pile of papers on the conference table. I rub my temples and lean back against my chair, trying to come up with something.
We scheduled a meeting at Sloane’s office, and we made his conference room our headquarters. It’s late at night, so the whole floor is empty and we can have some privacy while we think about what our next move is going to be. We’re going to find a way out of this mess my mom pulled us into, come hell or high water.
We’ve been at it for two hours now, pouring over her financial records and trying to get some leverage. But she’s careful, we knew that, and everything we found out about her proves that. There’s not a single blemish in her records, financial or otherwise.
And the tabloid stories about us keep on coming relentlessly. The news have already left New York City and made the headlines in some other states. This scandal has become nationwide. I guess that means we’re all famous now, huh?
I don’t care if the world knows about our relationship. In fact, as far as I’m concerned, I wouldn’t mind going to the top of the building we’re in and shout out how much I love the two men sitting by my side. It’s the truth, and no one should be ashamed of loving someone, despite what society might say.
What pisses me off is that my mom is using our relationship as her path toward mayorship. Since I didn’t want to get rid of Dirty Lil’ Angels, she decided to set herself up as the strong moral woman, victim of a family plagued by decadence and debauchery. And, in the process, she’s destroying our companies. Drake’s stock is plunging down, and Sloane’s board members are trying to hoist him. As for Dirty Lil’ Angels, the stakes are very high; it’s a small company ready to make the jump into the big leagues, and its luck depends on how much investment keeps pouring in. In short, if my mom has it her way, we’re all fucked.
“Alright, we need to take a break,” I sigh, pushing back my laptop and the pile of newspapers. “We’ve been at this for two hours and we barely made any progress.”
“A break sounds fucking perfect,” Sloane agrees, propping his feet up on the table and lacing his fingers behind his head.
“We’ll think of something, Natalie. Don’t worry,” Drake says, getting up from his seat and walking behind me. He places both his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging them, and I close my eyes and throw my head back, feeling all the tension wash away from my body.
“That feels good,” I sigh, smiling as Drake massages me.
“Now that’s my kind of break,” I hear Sloane says, and he gets up and joins Drake, their hands releasing the knots of tension on my muscles. Handsome, huge cocks, and they know how to massage a woman's shoulders; can this even get better? Although, now that I think of it, it can get better.
“Let’s have some fun, boys. Forget about business for a while,” I tell them, going up to my feet and turning on my heels so that I’m facing them.
“Now that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Sloane grins, placing both his hands on my hips and pushing me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the conference table. Picking me up from the floor, he sits me down on the table and presses his lips on mine, kissing me eagerly.
When he pulls back from me, I don’t even have any time to breath; Drake takes his place, his mouth going straight for mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues wrestling against one another, and I feel a growing wetness between my thighs.
As Drake and I kiss, Sloane places one hand on my knee and slides it under the hemline of my dress, only stopping when his fingers find the wet fabric of my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, making me gasp, and I look into his eyes, breathing hard.
This is going to be fun.
I raise my hips from the table and, his eyes locked on mine, Sloane grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. I lift them up in the air and he just takes it off me, holding it in his hand. He raises his hand and, taking my thong to his mouth, he takes a deep breath.
“Fucking delicious,” he whispers, and his words make me even wetter. Oh, I need this… I need this a lot.
I reach for their belts at the same time and unbuckle them with trembling fingers. I then pull down the zipper in their pants and, turning my wrists around, curl my fingers around the massive shapes tenting their boxer briefs.
“Is this for me?” I purr at them, tightening my hand around their cocks and smiling wantonly.
“It’s all yours,” Drake whispers, his voice thick with excitement. His cock throbs against my fingers as he speaks, and the sudden urge to rip the clothes off of their bodies takes over me. I let go of their cocks and, grabbing their shirts, I tug on them as viciously as I can. There’s a ripping sound, and then a pop pop pop as the buttons jump out and scatter all over the floor.
I press my hands against their chests, biting down on my lower lip as I feel their massive cords of muscle. Gritting my teeth, I push Drake’s shirt down his arms, and then I do the same with Sloane; I then lean back on the table, taking two seconds just to gaze at their shirtless bodies. I’m the luckiest woman in the world, and I don’t get tired of saying it.
Sloane and Drake exchange a knowing glance then, and they turn to me. Moving fast, they reach for the straps of my dress and start yanking on it. They pull the dress down to my waist, and then I lift my ass up and they pull it down my legs. Their eyes roam over my half naked body; I’m only wearing a matching bra and thong, and I notice their cocks hardening even more.
“Come and get me, boys,” I purr, leaning further back and placing my feet on the table. In a rush, they both move at the same time, trying to fit their bodies between my legs, and bump into one another. They look into each other’s eyes, trade an awkward glance, and then there’s silence. And they don’t look away from each other.
I sit up on the table, narrowing my eyes as I take in the scene. The air around us seems fraught with tension, and I realize that there’s something going on in here. These two want more than my body… They want each other as well.
“Oh,” I say to myself, that realization sinking in. Why didn’t I see this before? It was right in front of me all this time. Their tense relationship before I stepped between the two of them, the amazing sex the three of us have when we’re together, and of course, their willingness to share me.
They want each other.
Except they can’t admit that to themselves. Well, that’s going to change, and it’s going to change right now.
Swinging my legs out from the table, I sit on the edge and show them a wide grin. “Okay, now I’m the one in charge,” I tell them, barely able to contain the excitement I’m feeling right now. Remember when I told you that this was going to be good? Yeah, it’s going to be so much better than just ‘good’.
“Do you think you can tell us what do?” Sloane says, his eyes finally leaving Drake’s. There’s a teasing sound to his words, but I end that pretty fast.
“I don’t think. I know,” I tell him, and I mean it. There’s no escaping me now. “You two have been pussyfooting around a few things for a long time… And that ends right now. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to.”
Drake arches one eyebrow, looking at me uncertainly, but then I reach for him with two fingers. I place them under his chin, and then I do the same with Sloane. Exerting just the slightest pressure, I make them turn into one another, and then I force them to lean in.
“What are you--?” Drake starts, but I shut him down fast.
“You’re mine now, and you’ll obey,” I tell him, the tone of my voice leaving no room for them to doubt me. I push them together and, lo and behold, they close their eyes and make contact.
For a moment, it almost seems they’ve forgotten I’m in the room with them. They rest their hands on each other’s waist, and surrender to their kiss, their mouths pressed t
ight. I look at them in a trance, watching as their tongues dance around one another, and I realize that this was a long time coming. And now that I’ve forced them to start, they won’t stop, and that’s exactly what I want.
I jump out from the table and go down on my knees as they kiss, right between the two of them. Grabbing the hem of their pants, I tug them down; without breaking off from their kiss, they kick their shoes off and lift one foot at a time as I remove their pants.
I look up, grinning as I watch them with their bodies pressed together, their cocks harder than I’ve ever seen them. Which seems fitting, since right now I’m as wet as I’ve ever been. I mean, two men like them going at it? This is how you spell ‘perfect’.
Unable to restrain myself, I reach for their boxer briefs and yank them at the same time, sending them down to their ankles. Their cocks spring free at the same time, and my heart skips a beat as I see them touch.
Their kiss grows even more intense now, and they start grinding, their cocks pinned down between their bodies. Jesus, I think I’m going to come just by looking at them. I’m so horny right now that there seems to be a bonfire right between my thighs.
“C’mere,” I whisper, looking up at them, and it seems like the sound of my voice finally breaks whatever trance they were in. They look down at me, out of breath, and simply smile. Their smile seems to say ‘thank you’, and so I just smile back a ‘you’re welcome.”
Reaching for their cocks, I grab them and make them turn to me. Moving my hands fast, I start stroking them, looking up at them while my heart beats fast inside my chest. I flick both my wrists so fast that the muscles in my forearm start complaining, and so I change gears.
I lean in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive straight into Drake’s cock. His shaft rolls past my lips easily, and I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressing down against the back of my throat. I pull back then, and do the same with Sloane, the scent of their cocks blending inside my mouth and blanketing my brain with a sweet madness.
I go like that a few times, taking my mouth from one cock to the other, before I realize I have to step up. I angle their cocks so that they’re pointing at each other, their tips brushing against one another, and then I lean in once more. I wrap my lips around both their cocks at the same time, my jaw burning from the effort, and I push my mouth down as much as possible.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans, looking down at me with wide eyes, their cocks crammed inside my mouth and pulsing against one another.
“See? I might have a tight mouth, but it’s a hard working one,” I say when their cocks pop out of me. Tilting my head sideways, I lick their shafts in a coming and going motion, my tongue traveling up and down their long inches.
Dangerously close to Drake’s balls, I let instinct take the wheel and I open up my mouth and suck one in, pushing my tongue against and making it roll inside my mouth. I do the same with Sloane’s balls, feeling their warm heaviness filling me up, and I realize that I want more than this. It’s their turn to please me.
Letting go of their cocks, I sit up on the table once more and, leaning back, I spread my legs wide. Drake’s the first to follow after me; with a growl in his throat, he reaches for my back and unclasps my bra, pushing the straps down my arms with frantic movements. Once the cups droop over my tits, he just yanks the whole thing off and throws it the side.
Then, they both grab my thong and peel it off, pushing it down my legs until I’m completely naked.
“Your mouths… I need them now,” I purr, the anticipation almost killing me. They exchange an anxious glance and they fit their bodies between my legs at the same time, both their mouths going for my inner thighs at the same time. Drake’s on my left side, and Sloane on the right one; their kisses are almost synchronized, and they kiss my thighs in an upward line, going straight for my pussy.
As if they knew exactly what to do, they position themselves so that they kiss my pussy at the same time: Drake wraps his lips around my clit and Sloane focuses on my drenched folds, sucking them into his mouth and running his tongue across the length of my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” I moan, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard, the palm of my hands pressing down on my hard nipples. Everything in me is burning right now, from my pussy to my nipples, and from my mind to my soul. Instead of blood, what’s coursing through my veins is liquid pleasure, and my heart just keeps on pumping it faster and faster, my moans turning into screams, and then my screams turning into a subdued whisper of ecstasy.
Placing my elbows on the table, I look at them and smile to myself as they start sucking on my folds at the same time, sucking and licking hungrily. They’re doing in such a way that they’re kissing at the same time, the scenery between my thighs a confusion of fluids, lips, and tongue. A masterpiece, I’d say.
“Don’t… Don’t stop,” I moan again, half begging, half ordering them. They keep on ravaging my pussy hungrily until I simply can’t take it anymore, an orgasm exploding inside my body and turning into sound as I scream.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!” I scream as loud as I can, tangling my fingers in their hair and yanking so hard I might rip it from their scalps. I keep their faces pressed tight against my pussy as I come, and I thrust my hips upward at the same time, rubbing my fluids all over their faces.
When I’m finally done, I just collapse on top of the table, a wild laugh on my lips.
“Oh God, that was amazing,” I tell them, momentarily forgetting all about my mom, the mess our companies are in, and all the planning we still have to do. Right now, I’m living in the present.
“I’ve had my fun… Now it’s time you have yours,” I tease them, sitting up on the edge of table and curling my fingers around their wrists. They look at me with a curious look, but then they smile as they realize what I’m doing.
I take Drake’s hand to Sloane’s cock, and I do the same with Sloane’s hand. They curl their fingers around each other’s cock hesitantly but, once that’s done, they don’t need any further guidance. They start stroking each other furiously, the movement of their hands just a blur. Leaning in, they start kissing in abandonment, completely forgetting that I’m in the room with them. And that’s just how I want it; they’ve been postponing this moment for too long, and now I want them to go all the way.
And when I say all the way, I mean it. But you already know that, don’t you? I’m not the kind of girl to do things half ass.
“On your knees, Drake,” I say out loud, and they both turn to me with a surprised look, almost as if they didn’t expect me to be there. “On your knees,” I repeat, a commanding tone in my voice.
He does it willingly, turning his attention back to Sloane and going down to his knees. Once he’s on the ground, he grabs Sloane’s cock once more, and this time he doesn’t need me to tell him what to do: just like I did before, he leans in and, parting his lips, he takes his stepson’s long shaft inside his mouth.
For someone who’s blowing a man for the first time in his life, I have to say that Drake’s talented. He bobs his head back and forth with clockwork precision, and he accompanies the motion of his head with his hand, stroking and sucking at the same time.
Sloane’s groaning with delight, his head thrown back and his fingers running through Drake’s hair. These two are enjoying themselves, that much is for sure. Oh, but I won’t stop here… no way.
Spreading my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and I take two fingers to my clit, pressing down on that sensitive spot and stroking him with fast vicious circles. I chomp on my lower lip as I touch myself, barely blinking as I take in the scene unfolding right before my eyes.
My hands moves as if it has a life of its own, my fingers destroying my clit with precise but vicious strokes. There’s a hurricane of thoughts dancing inside my head, and they all seem to whisper the same thing: I have to make them go all the way. There’s no other option.
They want it, I know it, but they’re too afraid to admit it
… and too afraid to do anything about it. But look at the way they’re enjoying themselves now, completely lost in what they’re doing. In fact, I think I’m going to stop him because if I don’t, I bet Drake is just going to suck on Sloane until he cums into his mouth.
“That’s enough,” I tell them, slowing down the motion of my fingers. Drake stops sucking on Sloane, suddenly taking his cock out of his mouth and turning to look at me, confusion in his eyes. “You want more.”
They just look at me with wide eyes, not doing anything, but I can see past their facade. “Say it,” I demand, staring them down.
“I… want more,” Sloane finally says, pushing the words out of his mouth one at a time.
“I want more,” Drake repeats, his voice loaded with electric anxiety.
“Good,” I tell them with a grin. “Now, you know what to do.” I narrow my eyes, still staring them down as my grin widens. I don’t need to say anything else: Sloane goes down to his knees and then he turns around so that his back is turned to Drake. He bends over, placing his hands on the floor and juts his ass back at Drake.
Our stepdad takes a deep breath and, pursing his lips, closes the distance between him and Sloane. He runs the tip of his fingers over Sloane’s ass crack, lingering over his asshole, and then presses down on it. I go back to working on my clit as I see Sloane grimacing, an expression of pain and pleasure taking over his face.
That’s it, boys, show me what you got.
Replacing his finger with his cock, Drake starts brushing it up and down over Sloane’s crack. Taking another deep breath, he places the tip of his member over Sloane’s asshole and moves his hips forward, feeding one inch of his cock into my brother’s asshole.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans, his eyes closed shut as Drake slides his cock into his ass, only stopping when he’s all the way in. “Oh, fucking hell,” Sloane continues, getting the words out from between his gritted teeth.
