“For sure,” drawled Tom. “There’s dozens of rooms in this place sweetheart. We’ll even let you pick your own. But choose a suite, baby, because that’s where we’ll be spending most of our time.”
I nodded, cheeks flushing hotly. Of course. The guys wanted to do me again and again, and the room of the female was where they congregated. So as we traipsed upstairs, I oohed and ahed over all the guest suites, finally settling on one that had an enormous round bed in the center, enough to accommodate all of us.
“This one,” I pronounced happily, bouncing up and down on the mattress, curves flying. “This one is good.”
“Perfect choice,” growled Damien.
“Absolutely on target,” agreed Tom.
And in a moment, they were on it, six alpha forms, hard and muscular, their cocks pointing my way.
Did I shiver?
Did I shriek?
Did I open myself for them, giving my everything?
Yes to all three questions. Because it was an unbelievable night, my holes so used, creaming and pumping like mad. I wanted the billionaires desperately. All caution was thrown to the wind as I took six men every which way.
“Fuck my butt,” came my breathy moan, bent over a table as I held my ass cheeks open. “Put it in big boy.”
And of course they did, Damien sliding out as Aaron pushed in.
“Oooh!” was my delighted cry, chin lifting from the hard marble. “Ooooh!”
And the situation was so dirty, so intense, yet so good. Because I was owned all over that house, my curves belonging to the alphas. We did it on the bed, on the chair in the living room, on the dining room table, and even in the shower. Yes, they have a shower that fits seven people and I was in heaven, letting the hot water stream over my curves as I moaned and bent over, grabbing my ankles.
“Yes there,” was my breathy gasp. “Oh right there Tom!”
So on the plane the next day, it was no wonder Nick and Charlie were solicitous of my health, offering orange juice and a place to nap. I’d become their cumbucket, a repository for sperm, squeezing and milking until the six men spurted their all into my creamy holes.
But now that we were back on the plane, Nick and Charlie seemed ready to go again. My body quivered, already responding to the call of these magnetic, charismatic males.
But instead, the two alphas leaned back in their seats, blue eyes stroking over my curves.
“So tell us sweetheart,” rumbled Nick. “What deep secrets do you have to share?”
I flushed. Did he mean sexually? Had to be.
“Well, I have looked at porn on my laptop before,” I admitted in a small voice, blushing red as a fire engine. “Not too much, just a little. I was always afraid my mom would burst into my room and catch me. Plus, I heard the government can see everything you look at on the web. So I didn’t want them to see me … well, you know.”
How in the world did these guys always keep me on my toes? But it was an exciting feeling, like the world sparkled. I’d come alive, every cell in my body alert and sizzling.
Charlie threw his head back with a smile, displaying even white teeth.
“Sweetheart, that’s cute. Real cute. It’s been twenty-five years since I lived at home, I forgot what it’s like to duck from your parents, hiding under the covers and such.”
I blushed.
“Oh my mom’s just like that,” I confided. “Linda’s always been nosy, she’s continually up in my business. But she’s my best friend,” I added on a second thought. “Always supporting me, even when I was down.”
The two billionaires looked at me quizzically, big forms sprawled in their seats as the plane zoomed on its way to New York.
“What do you mean?” drawled Charlie. “When were you down, honey? Why would a pretty girl like you be down?”
“Oh you,” I swatted a small hand through the air. “I’m not pretty, I’m just me,” came my teasing voice. “But I’m glad you see it that way because I’ve been tormented about my size in the past.” Here my voice lowered until it was just a whisper, barely audible.
Both billionaires’ brows quirked.
“Your size honey? You’re perfect as is,” drawled Nick. “Fuck, if you put on twenty more pounds you’d look even better. It takes a lot of poundage to handle six men you know. Thin girls don’t hold up so good, they tend to collapse if there’s no cushion.”
Holy cow, I had no idea, and my eyes went round.
“Really?” came my tentative voice. “My extra makes it a little easier?”
Nick’s eyes seized mine.
“Not just easier,” he said smoothly. “Better. We need our girls healthy because it’s six on one, honey. How many females can really take six alphas, in and out, again and again? That’s why we like girls who eat. We like our females well-fed with strong appetites, it’s the only way,” he shrugged.
Wow. These revelations were astonishing. I’ve always had a love hate relationship with my curves. Looking at magazines made me feel bad, the models airbrushed until they looked about to disappear. Linda would see me looking at the pages, and take my hand.
“Don’t even look,” my mom would console me. “This isn’t real. Real men like some extra to grab and squeeze.”
Who knew that Linda would be right? Not just right but absolutely hitting the bull’s eye. Because these alphas were the ultimate validation. The billionaires had already enjoyed me several times, stroking my curves sensuously while releasing non-stop, pumping me full of sperm.
“My mom always told me guys like generous handfuls. I’m glad it’s true,” I said shyly.
Both billionaires smiled then, eyes gleaming.
“What else did your mom tell you little girl?” drawled Charlie. “What else should we know?”
I took a deep breath. Because the thing is I only have a few deep, dark secrets. And it’s been tough facing my fears, staring them in the eye until they back down.
“Well, remember how I said my mom has always been a source of support, my best friend?” I asked slowly.
The alphas nodded.
“Sure,” drawled Nick. “You’re her baby. Of course she’d love you.”
I nodded, hesitantly.
“Well, my adolescent years were rough. More than rough. I got teased a lot about my weight,” I confided, unable to look into their eyes.
Nick and Charlie were ruthless.
“Assholes,” spat Nick.
“Total fuckwads,” said Charlie dismissively. “Probably just a bunch of jealous bitches.”
I nodded.
“It was that, for sure,” came my acknowledgment. “But there was even more. Because the teasing was so relentless that in ninth grade, I punched Norman Pierce while sitting on his chest,” was my low murmur.
“So?” asked Charlie. “I would have done the same. I would have run him over with my car actually,” he added reflectively.
I nodded gratefully.
“It was bad because I didn’t punch him just once,” was my hesitant admission. “I punched him over and over again, knocking out a couple teeth. We had to pay for his dental bill.”
But the billionaires didn’t give an inch.
“Good for you sweetheart,” ground out Nick. “That boy deserved it if he was calling you names.”
My nod came again. But the worst part hadn’t come yet.
“They called me names for sure. All sorts of terrible things. The Whale. Shamu. The Titanic. All sorts of hurtful epithets and I guess I just couldn’t take it anymore. Norman was so tiny, about half my size, so I pushed him down and sat on his chest, punching him again and again. I cried as I did it,” came my small voice. “He hurt me with his insults.”
But again, these men were on my side one hundred percent.
“Good,” rasped Nick. “You gotta cause some pain to teach certain people a lesson,” he shrugged. “Because some people never learn. They never stop.”
“Yeah,” agreed Charlie. “I’ve done the same thing before,�
�� he said, throwing me a wink. “Worse even because I put my aggressors into the hospital.”
That made me feel better, for sure. So I took a deep breath and told my deepest darkest secret, one that made me feel bad even now.
“Well the thing is that everyone knew what I’d done to Norman. I’d punched his lights out while sitting on his chest. And unfortunately, he developed asthma a couple months later, probably from allergies. But people blamed it on me. They said I squashed him so hard that the asthma was my fault,” was my agonized confession.
Silence for a moment.
“What?” laughed Nick disbelievingly. “That’s ridiculous. Asthma is where your airways narrow and swell for some reason. That wouldn’t happen because you sat on Norman’s chest.”
I shook my head miserably.
“Tell that to the people at school. Because after that, other kids started calling me Big Mac or the Mac Attack because my last name is MacAllister.”
The alphas stared at me dumbfounded.
“Are you serious?” asked Charlie. “Kids can be little fuckwads, I’d forgotten. I’m so sorry to hear that honey. I guess when I went to school a long time ago things were different. Not that kids were so nice, but I was at an all male academy.”
I nodded.
“It was horrible,” came my whisper, eyes cast down. All I wanted to do was to melt into my chair and disappear. Even recounting this tale was humiliating and tears filled my eyes as the words passed my lips. “Because at graduation, when they called my name a couple boys hooted and hollered, “Mac Attack, Mac Attack!” I almost died while crossing the stage.”
Both billionaires were on their knees beside me immediately, taking a soft hand in each of their big palms.
“Assholes,” growled Nick. “Those fuckwads are complete idiots.”
“I hope they get some disease,” spat Charlie. “Something that burns when you pee.”
I choked back a painful giggle before taking a deep breath.
“I guess you know why I am the way that I am. Repressed,” I murmured painfully. “Because I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve never had the confidence to even take off my clothes in front of a man. But with you guys, it’s really different. I feel beautiful, wanted, and desirable, so thank you for that.”
The two men seized my eyes, squeezing my hands once more. Oh god, they were so handsome, two dark princes on either side, blue eyes blazing.
“Sweetheart,” growled Nick. “Let us show you just how beautiful you are.”
“You’re sweet,” added Charlie, one hand already sliding smoothly up my calf. “Amazing and incredible.”
And what could I do? Because my words had been true. Before I signed with Elite Air, I’d been a shy pansy. No, worse than that. I’d been a mess of self-doubt, my insides constantly quivering like Jell-O. All I wanted most days was to disappear, for no one to notice me.
And life had been really awful. Whereas other girls went out on dates, whispering behind their hands as some football jock walked by, I trembled like a scared rabbit. Every interaction was filled with dread, my voice barely above a whisper. So long as there were no hisses of “Mac Attack” or “Big Mac,” then it was a good day. That was how far I’d fallen.
But now, with these men, it was all different. I felt confident of my curves. I felt luscious and womanly, incredibly desired and desirable. In fact, the men had assured me that my extra weight made things even better because the skinny girls couldn’t take it. What had Charlie said? Something about collapsing like scarecrows? Oh yeah, that wasn’t me at all. I was healthy and fresh, appreciated for my full-figure. They encouraged me to eat, plying me with all sorts of goodies, even murmuring that I’d look better bigger.
So I gave them my all. It wasn’t about the money anymore. I didn’t care if Nick and Charlie deposited another twenty thousand in my account. All I cared about was what they did to me, and how they made me feel.
And evidently, it was amazing for the billionaires as well. Because in a flash, we were in the back room of the plane, the private space where shenanigans happened. And oh god, but I was sitting on Nick’s dong, that big cock stuck up my ass, both of us facing forwards.
“Oh!” was my breathless shriek, boobies bouncing wildly as that pole fucked my butt from below. “Oh!”
God, it was hard to balance, but the men had more up their sleeve. Because Charlie came at me then, ten inches dripping heavily from the tip.
“Lean back, pretty girl,” he rasped. “Lean back, shift your weight so that you balance against Nick.”
And I did as told. With Nick’s cock in my butt, I tilted my hips back a bit, providing perfect access to my pussy. And Charlie crouched before me, that dicktip probing at my hole before sliding in.
All three of us let out gasps.
“Ahhhh!” I moaned, throwing my head back, unable to believe what was happening. Because I had a massive cock in my butt and another one in my puss, sliding against one another. My private parts were stuffed so full it was unbelievable, dirtier than the dirtiest porn.
But Mr. Childs and Mr. North aren’t men who dabble. Because with a growl and a roar, the heavy fucking began.
“Yeah baby,” grunted Nick, shifting his hips forward as Charlie pulled back. “Just like that, sweet thing.”
“Aw fuck you’re tight,” ground out Charlie, big chest expanding, cock seeming to grow inside within me. “She’s so fucking small, that anus so tasty.”
And after a few more hard plunges, their cocks rubbing against each other through my thin vaginal wall, it happened. I burst, screaming my ecstasy to the heavens.
“Mr. North!” came my wail, head thrown back as both my pussy and ass contracted. “Mr. Childs, yes!”
And the billionaires careened over the edge with me, my sweet form impaled on those heavy cocks.
“FUCK!” grunted Charlie. “Aw fuck, it’s gonna blow!”
But it was too late. Mr. North had gotten there first, unloading hot, virile jism into my ass.
“Unnh!” he cried out, gripping my hips tight. “Unnh, fuck!”
And both men went wild then, hot lashes of sperm drenching both my holes as I milked them desperately for more.
“Oh oh oh!” was my wild scream. “Oh!”
Because how could life be any better? I was with two charismatic billionaires who affirmed who I was and what I wanted to be. I was a beautiful, full-figured woman whom they appreciated, and this was their way of appreciating me. This was their way of demonstrating over and over just how valuable I was, a jewel to be treasured, cherished, and used over and over again.
And I loved every moment of it. Giving into the ecstasy, my body pulsed, big boobies jiggling as my cunt and ass milked those heavy fuckpoles.
“Give it to me,” I gasped. “Yes, yes!”
And that’s how our flight into JFK ended. When most passengers are unbuckling their seatbelts, standing up to gather their luggage, I was in a different situation. I was slowly getting up, pulling my sated body off two giant rods, sticky and sweaty with cum. I was pulling my uniform on once more, the fabric crumped and stained, a sensuous flush heating my cheeks.
But it was worth it. Because as we descended the narrow metal staircase towards the tarmac, both billionaires took my hands.
“You’re perfect Joanie,” Nick growled, looking me full in the eye.
“Better than we could have imagined,” asserted Charlie from my other side, blue eyes hot.
And I giggled then. Because I had the two men’s sperm dripping from my pussy and asshole, the scent of their cum all over my body. And how many passengers can say the same? How many women can say that they’re a slave to six billionaires … and love every moment of the experience to boot?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nick
Oh shit.
I’m so fucked.
Because Joanie’s supposed to be on a flight to Atlanta right now. She’s supposed to meet the twins for a dirty rendezvous, doing the two men any
and every way they want.
But I’m keeping her here in New York.
Even now, Joanie’s in my guest en suite, taking a shower.
She should be working. She should be on the G6, but instead it’s empty.
Aaron and Andrew are gonna be pissed.
Hell, I would be.
Because we made a pact long ago. Elite Air was here for pleasure. There were no attachments. The girls we hired were used, and then paid out with rivers of cash. How much honestly didn’t matter. There was more than enough to go around.
But it’s joint possession.
None of the girls “belong” to any of us individually.
They “belong” to the group, like a common good.
So I’d violated the rules. Joanie was supposed to be on the circuit now, banging my buddies as she flew around the United States. Her extended stopover in New York was wrong. Illegitimate. Off limits.
But fuck if I cared. So what were they gonna do?
Make me pay a fine? No prob bro, charge me double. I got more where that came from.
Boot me from Elite Air? Please assholes. I’m one of the founding members. It’s not that easy to vote me off the island.
Take Joanie away from me? Naw, not possible. Finders keepers, and I had her with me in New York now.
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