by Amanda Gray
Tyler spat on his palm and rubbed it over his cock every time he moved more of his cock within my ass, helping to lubricate his entry. Ken nodded up at hi, and I realised that they were now ready to fuck me harder in double penetration. Tyler’s feel came around to my hips, planting them on either side as we all sat upright, I sat on Ken’s legs and the men began to thrust up slowly within me, gaining a synchronous rhythm.
I held tight to Ken’s shoulders as the two men began to increase their speed, fucking me hard in earnest. My tits bounced hard against ken’s chest with each energetic thrust. Their bodies surrounded me in an aroma of male sweat and heat.
Ken’s body smelled of high-end cologne, something ritzy like Gio Armani, while Tyler’s was a simple supermarket-bought deodorant rip-off of Joop, which I still liked. Their heady aroma and the heat form their bodies made me feel safe, secure and loved. Ad their cocks made me feel thoroughly fucked. I screamed out their names as I felt my climax rushing over me. I cried out as my pussy exploded and I saw the stars burst behind my eyelids which were closed in ecstasy.
I felt the heat of Ken’s cum burning through my pussy and that of Tyler’s in my ass. They both continued to pump inside me, lowing their thrusts together as they both held me tight. I knew I’d have finger-mark bruising on my arms but it was cool enough this season to warrant my wearing long sleeved shirts to hide it.
I lay down beside the two men who had fucked me thoroughly, and to satisfaction for most of the night, surrounded by naked man flesh, and exhausted but n a good way, I closed my eyes, half-listening to the soft murmurs of the men as they spoke over my dozing body.
I awoke the next morning to find that I had been placed in bed, Ken on one side and Tyler on the other, both snuggling against my body. AS soon as I shifted and opened my eyes, both men were awake and watching me.
“Good morning, Diana.” Ken smiled, brushing aside some strands of hair from my face.
“Morning to you too…” I said, leaning over to kiss Tyler and then Ken.
Tyler had something on his mind, I could see it in his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, worried that something had happened to make Ken change his mind over the whole “I’ll pay your mother’s medical bills if you sleep with me.” Thing
“Ken and I have been discussing a few things,” Tyler started. Ken touched my shoulder and I turned to look at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now that I’ve had you, I’m not sure if I can let you go as easily as I have those other women in my life.”
“What Ken is proposing, Is that he will happily pay for your mother’s medical bills, that’s granted, but if you want to continue this… ménage style relationship, then he’s more than willing to take care of us, for as long as we are together.” Tyler said, running the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I am okay with this, but I’m still going to work, I’m not going to have anyone pay my way.”
“I’m the same, I don’t want to be with you because of your money, Ken, I did this for my mother’s health, I want her to live.” I said, sitting up, the sheet fell from my naked torso and I grabbed it, clutching it to my chest. The disappointment at being denied the view of my tits seemed to show on their faces and Ken tried to casually pull away the thousand thread count cotton sheets from me, I held on tight.
“But, I want this to happen. Last night was incredible, it’s going to take a little getting used to with you both being able to turn into bears though…”
“That’s not all of who we are, but a small part of it.” Ken said, and Tyler nodded his agreement.
“We want to be with you, both of us and we are willing to share you, but are you willing to be with both of us?” Tyler asked.
I nodded, “Yes, Yes I am.” I said, pulling both my men into a tight embrace and meeting each of their lips in turn. The sheet fell from my body and I felt their warm hands caressing each breast before I felt their hard and ready cocks pressing against my hips.
This relationship was going to be an interesting one.
*****
Six months later, my mother was in full remission, her cancer had gone and she was cleared, I also had a surprise for everyone. I placed the stick on the kitchen table in Ken’s house, we had been living there every weekend while still continuing on with our lives.
The two blue lines stood out starkly against the white plastic.
I smiled at my two men. They looked at me and then at each other. In an instant they were on their feet and giving me a two-manned bear hug that made me squeak with indignation as I had trouble breathing.
Though we didn’t know who the father was, we didn’t care. This baby, was our baby and he or she would grow up with two very protective fathers and one proud mother.
We didn’t care what other people thought of our ménage relationship. WE were happy and that was all that mattered.
I looked at my two men and smiled with love. Love was all that mattered.
The End
ALPHA MALE BILLIONAIRE BOSS DESIRES AT THE OFFICE: Dominance, Pleasure & Sex
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The unmistakable whir of a zipper reached her ears, followed by the soft whisper of cloth sliding along bare skin. The sharp smack as his hand struck her buttock again filled the air. The sensation spread warm across her skin. Rather than pain, it increased her sensitivity, the residual tingling spreading across her skin and down along the already sensitive flesh between her legs that throbbed hot and ready for him. She gasped as she felt Anthony's engorged member trailed across her skin, pressing eagerly along her flesh before plunging into her, stretching the soft folds of skin and making her jump.
Angelique could hear Anthony chuckle softly as he thrust into her, driving the entirety of his cock into her with a single thrust. She leaned heavy against her bindings, enjoying the way the rope pressed against her skin, constricting across her body, lightly biting into her flesh, and holding her securely in place. She moaned as he . . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter One
Angelique sat at her desk going over the details for the meeting this afternoon. She didn't have to do anything other than sit and take notes, then email them to the secretaries of everyone present, but she like to be prepared and have a good idea of what would be discussed and who would be there. This was an important meeting for her boss, as it signaled the beginning of a new business venture for him, one that had
the potential to bring in a lot of money for him and his primary company, Antal Industries.
She chewed absentmindedly on the end of a pen as she prepped her notes. Suddenly, her phone beeped. The red light that flashed insistently at her let her know it was her boss, Anthony Alexander. She smiled, checked the time, and pressed the button to turn on the speaker.
"Yes, Mr. Alexander?"
"Angelique, I need to see you in my office now." His voice was flat, stern, but sent delicious chills throughout her body. The best part of her job were the perks of her boss being her real life dom, owning her in the most amazingly sexual ways, and subjecting her to the most exquisite and appropriate things her naughty heart could hope for. She stood, smoothed her short black skirt over her round hips, and walked through the double mahogany doors to Mr. Alexander's office, her six inch stiletto heels tapping smartly on the marble floor as she did.
Adding an extra wiggle to her walk, Angelique's hips swayed seductively as she closed the doors behind her and approached him. Anthony stood to the side of the office, his arms crossed behind his back, gazing out the window. She stopped, her eyes noticing the three bundles of nylon rope atop his desk, one blue, one green, and one red. Her face flushed, heat crawling across her skin as a similar heat began to grow deep within her, centering low and heavy. Inhaling slowly, she continued to walk toward him. Tossing her shoulder length blonde hair behind her, she tilted her head, her languid green eyes gazing up at him. Despite the high heels, Anthony towered above her 5' 4" petite frame. He turned, a soft smile tugged at his lips while his dark brown eyes moved intently along her body. She shifted her hips and pivoted.
"The view is better from over here..." she said, while bending deftly at the waist, allowing him a full view of the red thong she wore beneath the dangerously short skirt. She let her arms dangled and wrapped her hands about her ankles, her head peaking out around from behind her legs and giving her a clear view of the growing bulge barely kept in check by his designer label pants.
"Hmm..." His face was expressionless, but there was glint in his eyes that she knew well. It was a look that commanded respect in the board room as it showed determination and drive. But, she knew him better than the successful multi-billionaire businessman that most people saw. Angelique knew that look also revealed the depth of intensity and energy that this man possessed. These were traits that drew her to him, and were, ultimately, why she agreed to be his submissive as she knew she would be in good hands.
She stood slowly, her hands running up along her legs and across her hips. Shifting her hips in a circle, she turned back toward him, sticking out her chest and cocking her hips to one side. The fingers of one hand trailing along her neckline, she stood poised and waiting, batting her eyes up at him.
"Knock it off," his stern voice commanded, though she could see his growing erection twitch beneath his pants and the smile he still let play along his lips. "Take off your clothes."
Chapter Two
"Anything you say, daddy." Being the good little submissive, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her fingers toyed with the buttons before undoing them one by one. Slowly, she pulled the shirt open, revealing a lacy red bra that matched the thong she had flashed him just moments ago. Pulling her arms out of the sleeves, she tossed the shirt at him, hitting him in the chest and causing him to flinch slightly. Pivoting again, she turned, hiding her smile at seeing him jump; sometimes she was a naughty girl who needed to be taught a lesson. Thankfully for her, Anthony was well aware of this fact.
Angelique hooked her thumbs into the top of her skirt and pulled it over her round hips as she bent again at the waist, pulling the skirt off of her as she exposed her bare ass and red thong for her boss. She stood back up, sticking out her butt, and gently kicked her stiletto clad feet out of the skirt. Tossing her head to smooth out her hair, she shifted her shoulders and glanced over one shoulder at him.
Anthony nodded his head simply and walked over to his desk. He picked up one of the bundles of rope, turning it over in his hand thoughtfully. Angelique could feel her heart racing in her chest. He was holding the blue rope, he only ever chose the blue rope when she'd been a naughty girl. She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed they had plenty of time to play before the meeting this afternoon. That was good, because she'd been very naughty.
Reaching behind her, she undid the front-clasp of her bra, her ample breasts spilling forth. She sighed and rolled her shoulders back, enjoying the freedom her breasts now felt. She threw the bra onto the desk. Anthony glanced back at her, raising one eyebrow. Angelique chuckled softly, pursed her lips and began to remove her thong, pulling it to her knees and lifting one leg at a time to pull it off. This afforded Anthony a gratuitous full frontal view of her naked body. She could hear him inhale sharply as he began to unwind the rope.
Angelique walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying seductively from side to side; the movement caused her breasts to bounce slightly with every step, bringing her nipples to a hard point. She stopped, inches away from him, head tossed back, the better to stare up into his smoldering dark eyes.
Anthony held the rope taunt between his hands. "Get up on the desk."
Angelique did as she was told, crawling up onto the desk on all fours, facing away from him. He grabbed her arms one at a time, pulling them behind her back and quickly bound them together. He wound the rope up about her shoulders and down across her abdomen, knotting it a few times as necessary to provide a sturdy harness. He finished the rope off around her thighs, pulling her chest down and forcing her to keep her butt way out and somehow balance on her tottering high heels. Just as she feared she might topple over, she could feel him grab on tightly to the rope across her back, holding her in place. The rope constricted across her abdomen and across one breast, the pressure making her skin warm and tingle as the nylon rope gently bit into her.
She shifted on her feet, wiggling her butt, and was rewarded with a sharp smack across each buttock. Her skin warmed, the tingling sensation spread across her skin and fueled the growing heat within her, causing it to reach tentative fingers out across her skin. The rope pulled sharply, pulling her body back unstably. She landed back against him, her shoulder blades hitting the smooth skin of his muscular chest hard. Angelique realized she had been so focused on the delicious sensation when he spanked her that she had never noticed he had removed his shirt.
Keeping her body balanced against his, Anthony pulled a long silk scarf out of the side drawer of his desk. He folded it lengthwise, rendering it opaque, and tied it about Angelique's eyes, plunging her into darkness yet heightening her other senses. She felt the rope constrict about her as he tightened his grip on her, lightly pushing her off of him and holding her suspended in place by the rope.
The unmistakable whir of a zipper reached her ears, followed by the soft whisper of cloth sliding along bare skin. The sharp smack as his hand struck her buttock again filled the air. The sensation spread warm across her skin. Rather than pain, it increased her sensitivity, the residual tingling spreading across her skin and down along the already sensitive flesh between her legs that throbbed hot and ready for him. She gasped as she felt Anthony's engorged member trailed across her skin, pressing eagerly along her flesh before plunging into her, stretching the soft folds of skin and making her jump.
Chapter Three
Angelique could hear Anthony chuckle softly as he thrust into her, driving the entirety of his cock into her with a single thrust. She leaned heavy against her bindings, enjoying the way the rope pressed against her skin, constricting across her body, lightly biting into her flesh, and holding her securely in place. She moaned as he continued to drive himself into her, wishing he had gagged her as well. The rope pulled tighter as Anthony grabbed on with his other hand, holding the rope with both hands as he pounded his hips against her glowing red backside. Each thrust caused their skin to smack against each others, maintaining and building off of the tingle that spread from the red hand prints.
> The dull, throbbing heat within her began to spread. He hadn't given her any instructions to wait with her orgasm, usually he had her hold off until he said so, but she instinctively held back, tightening her muscles to increase the sensation for him while holding off release for herself.
Sweat began to drip off of his body and landed on her back, trickling down and mingling with the wetness that lay between them. He let go of the rope with one hand, causing her body to lean forward unevenly, and reached around her, grabbing onto her breast and tugging at her nipple hard. She whimpered, her breath coming in shallow gasps and shifted her weight on her feet. Her high heels sent sharp, hot pain searing up through her calf muscle, but she pressed her hips back against Anthony, trying to feel more of himself inside of her.
Anthony pulled hard on the rope, shooting pain spread up through her legs again and she gasped. The heat within her demanded to consume her and it took everything she had to keep it in check.
"My dear, Angelique, are you preventing yourself from orgasm?" A sharp smack met her buttock, the hot tingling spreading across her skin and nearly throwing her over the edge. "I don't remember telling you to do so. You cum hard and you cum now." He pulled hard on the rope again, his thrusting coming more eagerly, his movements hurried.
Having been commanded to orgasm, Angelique relaxed her body, focusing on the rope cutting into her flesh; the hard throb of Anthony within her, grinding against her hot, moist flesh; and the feel of his hand against her breast, pulling at her nipple while the tight rope pressed hard against the skin of her other breast. The heat erupted within her, bursting forth in a hot, pulsating wave that bathed her in fire and caused her body to shudder, her muscles clenching and quivering about Anthony as he drove himself deeper into her, grunting as the fire that consumed Angelique spread to him, shooting up and out and making him groan.
