But oh shit.
Because the semen wasn’t pouring from her pussy. It was pouring from someplace else.
“Turn around,” I rasped. “Bend over.”
And slowly, Joanie did as told. Trembling, those small feet spun, luscious moons coming into view as she bent at the waist.
It was true.
There was no denying what had happened.
Because as those white spheres parted, her brown hole came into view.
And oh shit, but it was a mess.
The rim was red and chafed, still quite a bit of gape showing. But it was the inside that pushed us over the edge.
Because fuck, Joanie was filled with cream. Nick must have spurted two or three loads in there, the seed virile and hot. Even as we watched, more of it bubbled to the top, hot white spilling down one big thigh.
“I’m sorry,” she mewled, looking at us over one shoulder, eyes pleading. “I didn’t know it was wrong. I wouldn’t have stayed in New York if I knew it was against the rules.”
It wasn’t just against the rules. It was against the laws of the universe.
Because what the fuck?
We made a pact. The Elite Air girls belong to all of us. They stick to a strict flight schedule to ensure that we get even shares.
And that asshole Nick had violated it.
I was gonna pound this fucker’s face into the ground.
But not before we got in there ourselves.
Because the only way to make up for lost time was to add to that load. Aaron and I had to spurt in that bottom as well, and in a moment, our dongs were out.
It’s depraved.
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
But we were gonna try.
And Joanie wanted it too. As we approached, heavy cocks in hand, our eyes murderous, she just bent over further, spreading her butt cheeks with both hands.
“Yes,” she mewled, panting already. “If it makes you feel better, then yes.”
And what happened next was disgusting beyond belief. Because right there, in the foyer of the apartment, we drilled that butt. Aaron and I used that anus again and again, taking turns in her pretty rectum.
Aaron would do a few strokes, and then pull out.
And then I’d push in, thrusting my dick into the creaminess of her asshole.
Yeah, her asshole was filled with another man’s already, but it felt good, slippery and wet.
“Fuck,” I ground out, doing a few strokes before letting Aaron take my place once more. “Fuck fuck.”
And my twin worked her like a machine, gripping those hips tight as Joanie panted and moaned, still pulling her ass cheeks apart.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, it feels good. Use my body, big boy.”
And with that, we spurted. Aaron first, filling that rectum with his man goo, blasting again and again into her back chamber.
But mid-lash, he stopped, pulling out and letting me push in.
“FUCK!” I roared, forcing my stick into tiny hole once more. “Fuck!”
Gasping and panting the girl screamed out loud, that melodic voice ringing in the foyer.
“Aaron! Andrew! Nick! Oh god, oh god!” she shrieked, curvy form jiggling, butt spasming so hard on my cock. It was like a giant earthquake, her sweet white cheeks hugging me tight as that anus clamped and clenched. Fuck, she was so young, so desirable, and I literally howled then, like the conquering hero staking his claim.
And that’s how Joanie came to own us all. She knew how to relieve a tense situation. She knew that by baring her body, and letting us deposit three loads of spunk, we’d be on equal footing.
It was the only way.
And shit, but the female played us like a violin.
In fact, I’d say that Joanie has us wrapped around her little finger.
Because as the female straightened, butt overflowing with pure white, the brunette turned teasing eyes to us even as one finger dipped between those back cheeks.
“Tastes good,” she moaned, licking at the digit. “The mix of you is what makes it so delicious.”
Oh shit. Mixed sperm is better than one man on his own.
Clever, little girl, clever.
But it worked because in a moment, all three of us fell onto our knees, worshipping at that lovely form.
“Shit baby,” rasped Aaron. “You’re amazing.”
“So gorgeous,” nodded Nick. “A thing of beauty.”
And I was last.
“Will you, sweetheart?” I asked. “Will you?”
My question wasn’t clear. I didn’t spell things out, but Joanie nodded nevertheless.
“Yes,” she murmured in that hushed voice, smile glowing like a sunlit star. “Yes, Andrew, Aaron and Nick. Yes, I will.”
I was sure things were gonna be perfect then. But in life, there’s always an unexpected left turn … and unfortunately, we were handed our balls on a plate.
CHAPTER TEN
Joanie
I was confused, my thoughts swirling.
So mixed up that I ran.
Because there was something in the air, but it had nothing to do with me.
Or it did, but I wasn’t the cause?
I’m not sure how to explain.
All I know is that when Nick and I got back from our sightseeing, the twins were there. Waiting. Looming. And angry as fuck.
They practically assaulted Nick, pushing him against the wall while balling their fists. I was on the verge of calling the concierge, a doorman, or even 9-1-1 when their gazes flew to me.
“Take it off,” Aaron rasped. “Take it off and let us see.”
What?
They wanted to see if Nick and I had gotten it on?
Why would it matter? I was here to serve all of them.
But evidently, the alphas are real territorial, and they don’t share well. Supposedly, the “extra” day off that Nick told me was okay, wasn’t okay at all. The twins were livid that I wasn’t in Atlanta with them at that moment, enjoying myself on their dime.
And there was no way to deny it.
Because once the sweatpants came off, it was obvious.
My ass was leaking cum still. Rivulets ran down my thighs, my bottom hole still sore and achy.
But it just amped the twins up even more. They were on me in a moment, devouring my bottom, determined to get their loads in as well.
And I loved it.
Absolutely welcomed it.
If this was the only way to soothe my men, then I was gonna let them, no questions asked.
So my little asshole was pummeled twice more, by two gorgeous, dominating twins who crammed my bottom full with twenty inches of hard fuckshaft.
Oh god.
It was so good.
Even now, the semen’s still spilling down my leg, my rim sticky and tacky.
But the boys don’t know where I am. Because I left Nick’s penthouse in the middle of the night, stealing away as everyone else slept.
I’m confused.
I’m supposed to service six men, I get it.
But at the same time, the situation was spinning out of control. The men were fighting over me. Threatening one another with promises of death and destruction.
This isn’t what I want.
I’m not sure what I want, but not this.
So how’s it gonna work? Aaron, Andrew and Nick were half the party. There was still Tom, Damien and Charlie. Things could only go downhill.
So I snuck out, taking just my few meager belonging, and I’m at my friend Karen’s dorm now.
Yep, dorm. Not apartment, but the Hudson University dorms.
Because I haven’t seen Karen in about four years. We were best friends in middle school, but then her family up and left for the City. We stayed in touch via email and text, but I haven’t actually seen Karen in a while.
So I was relieved when she picked up.
“Joanie?” her familiar voice rang out over the phone. “It’s three a.m. What’s going on?”
Good thing c
ollege students stay up late because there was pounding music in the background and Karen sounded wide awake.
“I’m good,” came my trembling voice. “This is weird, I know,” came my rushed voice. “But can I come stay with you?”
“Now?” Karen asked dumbfounded. “Like tonight? I didn’t even know you were in the city.”
I nodded miserably.
“I am,” came my whisper. “And my housing fell through. I don’t mind sleeping on your floor. Please, Karen?”
And my middle school buddy came through for me.
“Of course,” she said. “I’m at the Zapata dorms, on Thirteenth and Second. Know where that is? Room 501 like Levi’s 501s.”
I nodded gratefully.
“Thank you,” was my choked voice. “I’ll be there soon.”
And with that, I crept out of Nick’s apartment. It was tough. These billionaires meant so much to me now. But I’d just witnessed a massive fight, almost resulting in bloodshed. With six of them, how would we manage?
So clicking the door shut behind me, I took the high-speed elevator down, getting onto the NYC subway. The trains trundled on their tracks, fluorescent lighting making all the passengers look gaunt and ghost-like.
But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was clearing my head.
And knocking on Room 501, Karen answered immediately.
“Joanie!” she said, sweeping me into a hug. “How are you? This is unexpected.”
I had to say the same. Again, I haven’t seen my friend in about four years, and she’d changed a lot. Instead of the little girl with braces and spunky red hair, that hair was now dyed black. Like goth black. And even though it was three in the morning, Karen had a full face of make-up including deep brown lipstick and painfully stenciled eyebrows.
But her voice was the same, as well as the welcoming look in her eyes.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she exclaimed, pulling me into her room to sit on the narrow twin bed. “What’s going on?”
I looked at her tearfully, my gaze grateful.
“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” I said in a whisper. “I know this is unexpected.”
“It is,” she nodded. “But still. Best buds forever right? BFF, girl!”
And I laughed a little then, the sound a little strangled. But all the same, I was grateful to be here.
“Thanks Kar,” I murmured, wiping a little at my eyes. “I really appreciate it.”
She shook her head once more.
“Seriously girl, it’s no big deal. Everyone has emergencies.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry I haven’t had time to come down to Manhattan,” I said apologetically. “But work has just spiraled out of control and ….”
Karen cut me off.
“This is about work?” she said disbelievingly. “Joanie, it’s Tuesday night! You’re worrying about work? I mean, I get it. Everyone in this city slaves away, but still,” she said, shaking her head while clucking like a hen. “It can’t be that bad. Remember, you can always find a new job.”
And I let out another choked laugh then.
“I could, but what if I told you that my job is borderline illegal? That I’m not sure how they get away with it?”
Karen’s eyes grew wide then, her lashes like big, gummy spiders.
“Get away with what? Oh my god, are you dealing pot? E? K? It’s not that big of deal,” she said solemnly, eyes serious. “Lots of kids here do it.”
What? No! Why would she think I was a budding drug dealer? Maybe the kids at Hudson were selling narcotics, but I’d never consider doing anything like that.
“No Kar,” I said, biting my lip. Somehow, I knew it was okay to tell the truth, even if reality was scandalous. We’ve been through a lot together, even as young girls. Her parents had divorced in seventh grade, and I’d stood by her side. My great-aunt Millie passed away, and Karen had let me cry on her shoulder, even doing my homework when I too much a mess.
So I tried again.
“Kar,” I said slowly. “I work for a private airline. One where there are only male passengers.”
She shot me a long look.
“Really?” she asked, brows scrunched. “What kind of gig is that?”
“I signed up a career fair believe it or not,” was my admission. “Elite Air seemed like any other job, except better. I’d only have to fly short legs between cities in the U.S., so it was a dream come true what with the generous salary and benefits.”
Karen looked puzzled still.
“Okay, but still. Why are there only male passengers?”
Here, I took a deep breath.
“It turns out that there are six guys who founded the company. They’re CEOs who travel a lot, so they figured using their own private jet would be more relaxing. So there are only six male passengers.”
Karen’s face relaxed then.
“Oh okay, that makes a lot more sense. I thought you were going to launch into this whole gender discrimination thing. But no, if it’s the six guys who own the company, then that makes sense.”
I nodded hesitantly.
“But there’s more Kar. I’m more than a flight attendant.”
Her nose wrinkled.
“Totally get it,” she said, waving a hand in the air. “The way corporate America is these days is completely shameless. They expect their workers to be everything and anything, from janitor to handyman to secretary, you name it. Of course you’re not just the stewardess,” she said sympathetically. “Are you the cleaning staff and the chef too? You have a ton of “extra” responsibilities that they play off as “part of the job,” right?”
I nodded again slowly.
“Yes, to an extent,” were my hesitant words. “I do have a ton of extra responsibilities, but it’s not cleaning or cooking.”
Karen scrunched her nose.
“Then what could it be? Do they expect you to fly the plane as well? That’s bullshit Joanie, you have to call them out on that.”
I took a deep breath.
“It’s not flying the plane, Kar. No, it’s that … I make love with them. With the six men, I mean,” came my stammer. “When we’re up in the air.”
For once, my chatty friend had no words. She gulped, eyes wide and staring.
“Wha--?” was her slow exclamation. “Are you --? No way, girl. That can’t be true.”
I nodded miserably again.
“It kind of just happened,” I said sorrowfully. “I did it with one, and then another, and pretty soon, it was all six of them.”
She cut me off again.
“You don’t mean six at once, do you? Just one at a time, right? You know, like in a line.”
My eyes looked down, afraid to face her judgment.
“No, I do mean six at once,” I whispered. “It just happened, kinda sorta. But it felt really good!” my voice rose a little then, eyes pleading. “It’s not bad. In fact, it’s really good, please don’t judge.”
My voice broke then. I understood how ridiculous this sounded. I was admitting that I was sleeping with six men, and not only that, but enjoying it too.
“It’s not so bad,” I said, my tone stronger this time. “I like it,” was my admission, “and that’s why I’m in New York right now. Because one of the guys has a penthouse in Manhattan, so I was staying there.”
Karen’s eyes narrowed.
“So what went wrong?” she asked slowly. “If you like it so much, and this is what the guys want from you, then what went wrong?”
Okay, this was the hard part.
“Me and one of the guys went out for the day, and two of the alphas were waiting for us upon return. They were jealous. Real jealous, like got into a fight in the hallway jealous. I thought I was gonna have to call 9-1-1,” I confessed in a shameful whisper.
But Karen didn’t think this was embarrassing at all. Instead, she tilted her head back and laughed, her tongue ring glinting under the fluorescent light.
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nbsp; “So? They like you, sweetheart. They think you’re sexy. You’ve got a pack of men fighting over you, and you’re upset about that?”
I sat there stunned.
“Well, yes, kinda sorta. Because it’s not cool,” I said slowly. “I don’t like fighting. I don’t like war. I like peace and harmony, and this was only three of them. What happens when all six fight? How are we gonna work it out?”
Karen eyed me, a little skeptical.
“Yeah, but isn’t that their problem? Why is it so upsetting to you?”
I took a deep breath. Why? I guess because I’m just me, and tension in the air makes me nervous. It makes me jittery and unstable, and I hated feeling like Helen of Troy. I hated knowing that nations were going to war because of me. This isn’t what I wanted at all.
“I guess I’m just a peaceful person,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands once more. “I guess it makes me upset and uncomfortable. I want everyone to be happy, and that wasn’t the situation tonight.”
Karen took my shoulders then, turning me so that we faced each other on the narrow bed.
“Joanie, I haven’t seen you in a long time,” she said firmly. “But you’ve gotta buck up! I’m not saying this situation is ideal. No one wants to be in the middle of a mess. No one wants to cause a mess either. But at the same time, how old are these guys? If they’re CEOs, they can’t be that young, right? They’ll find some way to work it out, you don’t need to get involved.”
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